The hamster never stood a chance.

Monday, August 19, 2013

The boys have been reading a National Geographic Kids book titled, "How to Survive Anything...shark attack, lightning, embarrassing parents, pop quizzes and other perilous situations."  But no where in that book did it prepare Sam for finding a near death, dehydrated pet hamster last night.  We went from front yard baseball to tears and screams of terror when he discovered the body. 

He came running to me screaming, "Nippy's dead!! Nippy's dead!!!"  So I held my little boy, and loved him, all that stuff we do when we can't do anything else. Then Ethan came in and said, "Nippy's not ALL THE WAY dead."    ( Insert bad word here.)  What kind of mom would I be if I didn't at least try to save his life?   So I drove like mad to the drug store to get a medicine dropper and big brother Ethan spent the better part of the evening trying to nurse Nippy back to health with water given drop by drop.  I heard Ethan on the phone to his daddy - he said he better get some big brother points for this one. 

 For a little while Nippy was able to stand on his feet, and fall right back down again, unfortunately.  I definitely think had he made it there would have been some brain damage.  He was forever changed after we got a hold of him.

But here's the reality.... it's because we are a pathetic family. Horrible, awful people. Killers of plants -  and as it turns out, pets.   I was mean and banished poor Nippy to the garage when he kept kicking poop all over my dining room.  And Sam, with his heart full of love for all creatures great and small, couldn't remember to give the thing water to drink.  And David said he heard it clawing around in there the other day making desperate sounds - probably begging for life right then.  Poor Nippy never stood a chance with us.

I've been wanting some more quality family time.  And parent child bonding.  Nothing like an emergency medical situation to bring the family together.  Be careful what you wish for, right?

But here's the brighter side..... Ethan was really the man of the house yesterday.... and again this morning - when he woke before Sam and gave Nippy a proper burial in one of my Tupperware bowls.  I'll never look at those bowls the same again.

 A friend asked me if we would be having a graveside service.  Sam's wishes were that we just move forward.  So no funeral.  But he needed lots of love this morning.  And I expect lots more after school.  Little hearts break just the same as big ones.  Especially when you're a little guy with a giant heart.

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