Booboopuppyfuck 1/?/03-9/13/04

[lisathegr8]

Puppy died yesterday. She had a hamster infection that the internet told me was not curable, so I guess it was to be expected. Part of me was a little tired of taking care of her, but now that she actually died I feel a little different. At any rate, she had a long, good life for a hamster. Many good memories. Puppy photo shoots, her escaping from her cage on a nightly basis, the squeeky noise she made when she was scared, people trying to mate her with Hammy, people trying to fight her and Hammy in their balls Gladiator-style, the way she would just stare at Sara and I and freak the shit out of us, Sara's hilarious Puppy voice, when Jen dropped her, the little poops she left in her ball that made the rattling noise, when she had an adventure in a spaceship (thanks, Terry), when Puppy actually got her own space pad equipped with an Observation pavillion, rotating satellite and maze, the way she would shove tons of food in her cheeks until you took the food away, her love for weed and beer (haha, well, not like she was given a choice...) and many more.
Post any special Puppy memories if I have forgotten them. She was a great pet, and I'm really gonna miss her.

I'm doing okay, not too terribly sad (its just a hamster), but more than that it has made me think of the broader implications about death. Seeing a lifeless body like that (even if it is just a hamster) kind of disturbs me, and has sent me into endless philosophical thoughts about the meaning of your soul, life, and death. So many things we just don't understand...

We'll miss you Puppy, and here's hoping that you're chillin up there with your bro Hammy livin it up crazy hamster-style!