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I am so sorry to hear about your hamster.

Lossing a pet is never an assembly to be celebrated. I have many horrible losses but there was only one that hit me hardest.... out of all of my cats i had, one died by being dryed, as in dryer, heat, suffocation, and constant rolling and punding, one was torn apart right in front of me by a pit bull, one was ran over as a kitten, his collar had popped off and was laying beside him, the one that truely changed me was my first ever pet. Slippers...

Slippers was a classical shorthair with black and whit fur, and white sock designs on each of her paws. I got her when i was 6 months old and every night she slept with me, we hid behind the couch together when strangers went by, we would restle and bathe together, and even eat together, she was really one of a kind, and one day, when i was 10 years old, she left... like poof, just dissappeared out of my life, for the next two months i looked for her everywhere, when i let her outside that night i had expected her to come in later, like she always did, every time we left the house i would call out her name, look for her and wait, expecting her to come running up to me, but she never came, at the end of two months i came home from school and my grandmother was there, she had found slippers, i was so delighted and excited to see her, i hugged her immediately, but she was different... like she wanted to spend time with me but for the next week, every day she got weaker, she would lay outside of my room, in the hallways, and instead of waking me up for school at 7am by licking my face, she wouldn't say a word, just lift her head tiredly and meow as i left the house, i would pet her and see her off... i never could have guess that that day at school i would loose the most important thing to me, my mother called and my 5th grade teacher sent me to the nurse, all my mom could say on the phone was, "Slippers died" And right there my heart was crushed....

There will never be another slippers..... sorry the post was so long...

Excerpt from a paper that I had to write as it best describes my feelings about loosing Nemo, my horse who really wasn't mine, but I took care of him and all of that:

Most of my friends saw my passion for horses, as did I, and told me that I needed to do something with horses, or large animals, such as a large animal veterinarian. Seeing that I did want to be around horses, I started to think of myself as a veterinarian. My neighbor had a horse named Nemo, who I would ride whenever I had a chance. He became like a best friend to me, and was always there for me whenever I needed someone to talk to. Whenever I went over to see him, I would feel a great sense of happiness and joy as I always knew that he would be there for me, as I was for him. We would go out for long rides together, just the two of us, and just enjoy the peacefulness of being able to be together as partners. We worked together, most of the time, and together we accomplished a bond that is hard for me to put into words. He helped me gain a sense of freedom that I never knew existed. He helped me become a more confident rider and a better horsewoman though his patience and caring. We nurtured each other as two close friends would do. After about seven or so months of this great relationship, Nemo foundered in all four hooves. Foundering is where the outer layer of the hoof starts to separate from the inner layers, and causes the horse to be in immense pain. Watching him go through this almost broke my heart, knowing that he was in this much pain, and I was not able to do anything for him. There were days when he seemed to be able to walk fine and there were other days when he would not take a single step, but if he had to, he would walk slowly, and you could tell that every step pained him. The feelings of grief were almost too much to bear and I was a mess while this whole ordeal was going on. Everyone learned fast that I was moody, and would lash out at anyone as I was just a mess emotionally. I had feelings that I had somewhat let him down, by not noticing that anything was wrong. I would go through feeling excited as he would show improvement one day, to feelings of deep depression and overwhelming sadness the next when he would start to show signs of pain again. I felt the loss of a best friend as I was with him every day whenever I could be, just to give him the comfort that I thought that he needed. Looking back, I realize that spending time with him was probably more for me, than it was for him, knowing that any day could be his last. My neighbor, Nemo’s real owner, found out that the treatment that was necessary to somewhat cure Nemo was more than she could pay for, and she found someone who would take good care of him. I realized that even though we were not going to have to put him down because of the pain that he was in, that I was really going to have to say goodbye to this horse that I had fallen in love with. I met with the woman who was going to take him and I felt that she would really take care of him, but I really did not want to have to say good bye to this horse that I had grown to adore and love for who he was. When that day finally came, I went over to spend my last moments with him before she came to take him home. I could not bear the feelings of loss at loosing such a wonderful friend. I realized that if I could get this attached to Nemo, how I would feel if something happened to one of my patients if I did become a veterinarian.

There is more, but that is the jist of it. That was one of the hardest things for me and I was an emotional wreck for days!

She was the best cat in the world.

Awe, that's really sweet, all animals are equal, hampsters or horses, they all are equal and should be treated as such, so it's nice that you send prayer for the little haham, i give you my best wishes, and I'm sorry about your pet as well...

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I'm so sorry about the loss of your pets!
What happened to Rhett?
When I was very young I tried to help one baby duck & one baby sparrow that I found, stranded on the ground. There's so much I don't know about as far as caring for baby ducks & birds.