Moses the zombie hamster
So, last night when I fed Moses, I noticed she was acting weird. Normally when I open her cage she starts climbing to the top and comes to see what I am bringing her, even if she had been asleep. So, I opened her cage and she didn't even flinch from the noise, weirdo. I filled her bowl and went to sleep. When I woke up this morning she hadn't moved since last night and her food dish was still completely full. I shook her cage a little bit and she didn't move at all. So, I concluded that Moses had died, and quickly made peace with that.
I jumped in the shower and when I got done getting ready for work I called my dad to see what I should do about my rodent problem and he told me to take her outside and put her in the garbage can (classy). I had to argue that because a) that seems rude and b) the snowstorms have filled our dumpsters completely with snow. He told me to dig a little hole in the garbage can snow and 'bury' her. We agreed on that, ha.
So, I put on my brother's enormous boots and carry Mo's cage out to the can. About half way there, I noticed that her fur was moving like she was breathing. So, I go back inside to figure out whether the wind was blowing her fur or if she actually has come back to life. When we got in the house she kept breathing really deeply, but wouldn't move. At this point I call my mom, this time I am kind of upset over the rising of my dead hamster. It was kind of a useless call because anytime I would ask what I was supposed to do she would say, "Honey, I'm sorry...I think Moses is dying". No help, I wasn't asking what I was supposed to do now as in "How will I ever go on without my beloved disease carrier?" I was asking what, strategically, I should be doing to help her.
So....Moses the zombie is hanging out next to a vent in the living room trying to warm up. I told her if she is going to die, she should do so by lunch.
Fuckin' pets.
I jumped in the shower and when I got done getting ready for work I called my dad to see what I should do about my rodent problem and he told me to take her outside and put her in the garbage can (classy). I had to argue that because a) that seems rude and b) the snowstorms have filled our dumpsters completely with snow. He told me to dig a little hole in the garbage can snow and 'bury' her. We agreed on that, ha.
So, I put on my brother's enormous boots and carry Mo's cage out to the can. About half way there, I noticed that her fur was moving like she was breathing. So, I go back inside to figure out whether the wind was blowing her fur or if she actually has come back to life. When we got in the house she kept breathing really deeply, but wouldn't move. At this point I call my mom, this time I am kind of upset over the rising of my dead hamster. It was kind of a useless call because anytime I would ask what I was supposed to do she would say, "Honey, I'm sorry...I think Moses is dying". No help, I wasn't asking what I was supposed to do now as in "How will I ever go on without my beloved disease carrier?" I was asking what, strategically, I should be doing to help her.
So....Moses the zombie is hanging out next to a vent in the living room trying to warm up. I told her if she is going to die, she should do so by lunch.
Fuckin' pets.