Hello, to my fellow followers,
I know that it's been a while since I've been on here. But I've been trying to find my way in life. I am happy to inform you that I have finally found my way. I had a few decisions to make, so that took up my free time.
But I'm glad to tell you that I am back, so be forewarned!
In the past few months, so much has happened. In May, my grandma passed away. The day it happened was pretty emotional for all of us. But the second day, for dad and me, we were pretty much done with our grieving. Don't mistake me for being an ungrateful granddaughter. You don't know half of what we all went through those last few months. Grandma was bedridden, and couldn't get up. Slowly, she started starving herself because she couldn't eat. A week before she left, she decided to take of her oxygen. When dad asked her what she was doing she said that she was ready to go. She thought that if she took off her oxygen she'd only have 2 hours left on earth. Whereas the facts were that after 2 hours she'd start feeling uncomfortable. But she made our day. We loved to tease and joke with her. All this happened on the saturday, may 8, 2010. On Sunday the 9th of May was grandma's last day being conscious of what's going on. It was also mother's day. That evening when we were talking to her, I brought Fwynickers downstairs, and told grandma, "I have a hamster." Grandma asked which one. And I said Fwynickers. Grandma got to tell Fwynickers by. Because on Monday, she was too far gone to realize what was going on. About 3.5 weeks later, Fwynickers died. Subconsciously, I believe the Fwynickers knew that grandma died. Fwynickers and grandma were buddy-buddy. Grandma would always pet and play with Fwynickers, and Fwynickers would always fall asleep alongside of Grandma. So I believe that he knew that Grandma was gone. But I still have another hamster, King Henry 8th. So I'm playing and loving him. He's a little piggie. I joke about him.
When Fwynickers died, I went about a week without knowing what to do about him. Whether to bury him, cremate him, or preserve him. I decided on the latter. So I'm getting him preserved. He was my first hamster. My best friend. I still have his cage left exactly how it was when he died. I can't bear to see it changed. So I believe that a part of me still hasn't completed the mourning period of missing him. He was a teddy bear hamster, so he had TONS of fur. So, thus comes to the reason why I want to preserve him.
Anyway, I updated my blog, so I'm gonna skeedaddle, but I'll be back soon.
