Apr 14, 2007 22:19
Dear Arms,
Easter was aweful. I came home from work saturday night to discover that my hamster had died inexplicably, for no apparent reason. I was quite tramatized. I called my mother wailing at what was I believe 4am her time, trying to figure out what to do, as the next day was Easter and I knew all the vets would be closed. So my mother suggested the even further tramatizing idea of placing him in the freezer until I could bring him into the vet, which is what they do were she works at a shelter when an animal dies suddenly. I hated the idea, and hated the idea of him sitting in my apartment unnessiarlily for 2 days if he didn't have to.
So I called my friend Lynn from work at like, 2am and left a message begging for her to give me a ride to the emergancy vet the next morning, becuase I didn't want to have to take him there on the bus.
My friend Brian came over and comforted me for a bit, which was very nice of him, and I called and left a message on the machine at work and told them I wasn't coming in. I knew that I worked a wierd shift the next day and that when I got off, if infact anything was open durring the day, it would be closed by then. And it's not like I wanted to go to work all devistated anyway.
It was the most bizzare thing really. He was only like a year old perhaps, he was pefectly heathly, he'd been on this fancy vet food forever, I had just cleaned his cage out. The only thing I coudl think of was that I left the window open and even then it was like 70 out, unusually warm durring the day, so there's no way it could've gotten THAT cold. I really have no idea. And I miss my little friend.
I am sure that I will get another hamster eventually, when I feel as though I won't kill it, since I still have all of his stuff. I have considered getting a rat, but the cage I have I think would be too small, and I do miss Linus. We shall see. At least I still have my cat Nora to keep me company.
Anyway on Easter Lynn thankfully called me back and we dropped him off at the emergancy vet which is open 24hrs and got him cremated. I am expecting to hear back from them soon on when I can pick up his remains.
On a lighter note, I came to work today and found a note in the back stating they had caught some old man masturbating in the IMAX durring the movie The Alps, which is just wrong on so many levels. For one thing, there's nothing...entincing about the story line. It's about this guy who's father tried to climb them like, 30 years ago and fell off and died. And so now he feels the need to climb them, with his family in tow, to like, exorsize the demons of his ad being dead or something. Now, who would get off on that I'm not entirely sure. Not to mention a family cuaght him durring the movie apparently, and had thier kid with him, and didn't wait until AFTER the movie was done to say anything. None of that makes any sence to me, I can't imagined being turned on by mountains or people dying on them, but whatever.
I need to clean my apartment.
holidays,
what a shitty day