My New Nom...

Yep new year, new you, new hamster...I'm sure that's the saying.

From a previous post you will have read last year I lost my sweet lil Chinese Dwarf Hamster Brett and for a while after I didn't want to look for a new pet (too soon and all that) but being unemployed for four weeks, with no money to go anywhere and stuck in the house alone, the silence can become....deafening. So my dad suggested it was time to move on...ITS HAMSTER TIME!

Sorry, couldn't resist....ahem...

Any who without further a do I would like to introduce my new lil hammy ham, my Madam Ham Carrera (aka Babushka) the Russian Dwarf Hamster

ta da

 

Yes, she does look very much like Brett but unlike him she is in fact just a ball of fluff with a face. Misto Chris (the other half) came up with Carrera as she is as quick as f**k and has a racing stripe down her back. Babushka is a nickname (or her real name according to my dad) as she is Russian. I like both.

I got her mid-Jan but she is still getting used to us and her new home. She still thinks if you poke a finger at her it means BITE ME! She doesn't bite hard but this did lead to a sudden jolt on my part and unwilling to let go right away she flew out of her cage. Lucky my trousers we on the floor where I'm a lazy git and didn't pick them up and she landed in them, but for me, lesson learnt. As for her....still learning.

I'm sure there will be other updates of the great Madam Ham but for now I shall bid you  adieu,  adieu, to yu and yu and yu. I promise a review will be coming soon. Pinky swear (holds up pinky and cuts it off to give to you) that's how its done right?

For the mean time, Carrera/Babushka, I give you a Gothic salute >^^<

My lil Brett

This post is dedicated to the sweetest, cutest, kind natured lil hamster in the history of the world. My lil Chinese Dwarf Hamster Brett fell asleep today for the last time at the age of two years and seven months.

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