Brettney started life as a birthday present from my dad when I lived in Lancashire. He came home with his brother Murry. At first the two loved each others company but as they got older Murry became hostile and bullied lil Brett. So being the kindest thing to do Murry went to a new home and Brett stayed with me so I could nurse him back to health.
Moving back to London Brett lived in my parents house and eventually in my current house.
Brett is the first pet I've owned that was completely mine. I bought his hamster provisions, gave him treats, cleaned him and gave him as much love as a tiny hamster could take. I think this is why I'm finding it hard to stop crying as I write this. I know taking him to the vets to stop his pain was the right thing to do (he was extremely thin and his back legs had stopped working properly due to old age) but seeing how hard he was fighting to stay alive, I couldn't help but feel guilty. Just got to remind myself he's in a better place and not suffering anymore. He's in hammy ham heaven eating all the chocolate drops he can while running in a huge wheel and meeting lady hams.
Bret enjoying the cue
When a tragedy with a pet happens, its better to think you gave it the best life it could of possibly had. That animal was loved and cared for. I'm sure I will be sad for a while but I have my photos and I have my memories of a hamster that never bit anyone, but would occasionally brush his teeth against your nose as he liked the rounded edge...I know.....
So for anyone who has read this, no matter how long after it was posted, do something in honer of Brett. Be a vegetarian for a day, run on a treadmill like it was a giant wheel, stuff your cheeks with food. Whatever it is make it hamsterish, post me about it and pay your respect to this brave, sweet wonderful hamster. My Brett.
Brett, I give you a Gothic salute.....
...I'll miss you....x
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