Madeline, my oldest is a drama queen. She is also an animal lover and has been begging me to let her have a hamster. I told her she would have to save up her money and buy it herself. Little furry rodents aren’t my thing. With Isabelle’s help she finally raised enough money so reluctantly I let them add hamsters to our menagerie of one dog, two bunnies, and fish. We had a cat but had to give him away when we found out Connor was allergic. Yes, I did say hamsters. The girls each wanted their own. What can I say, I’m a sucker.

So far the girls are doing a great job taking care of them which I know will eventually get old for them. They are holding them every chance they get. This morning started with a little drama because one of the hamsters had shoved bedding into the tube and was buried head first. Madeline is crying and praying to God to spare it’s life. I’m also doing my own silent praying because the death of this hamster will be a huge ordeal. Madeline is still grieving the cat we gave away four years ago.

I tapped on the tube but the hamster did not move. Shit, could it really be dead? After a few tense moments I was able to get my fingers in and pull it out. It was alive! Madeline couldn’t be more ecstatic and I couldn’t be more relieved. My hubby says we were worried for nothing because hamsters like to bury themselves. I guess I know where Madeline has learned to be a drama queen. She loved on her little baby and thanked God over and over. I guess their Catholic schooling is paying off.

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