Wednesday, December 10, 2003
Quick update on Hamster Jim and Hamster Kim
Things aren’t going so well for my deal little boy Jim.
Last night I went home and played with him for a little while. The cut on his back leg has turned into a full out hole now. I can see his intestines I think. The wound itself smelled like fucking garbage and I gagged at least 3 times while I cleaned it. I held him for awhile and then I allowed him to run around my room. His energy level is where it should be, but one of his back legs has curled itself up into his body. He is essentially walking around on three legs.
After he had worn himself out, I put him back in his cage and he immediately went back to bed. He is eating and drinking, but I fear that he won’t survive for that much longer. My dad thinks I should drown him or suffocate him to ease his suffering. But the idea of that makes my skin crawl and my heart go into my throat. Unfortunately for Jim, he is just going to have to ride this one out. And I am not totally convinced that, minus the gaping hole in his back, he is in that much pain. He is handling this whole ordeal like quite a trooper.
I just feel bad that I allowed this to happen. I adopted him from the pet store and then, due to my ignorance of raising hamsters, allowed Kimberly to rip his face off. I have learned my lesson, although maybe a moment too late.
Kimberly is doing just fine in her new cage. I think she hates me though. She won’t come near my hand when I put it in her cage and she hides when she sees me coming. If I am patient, she will eventually crawl into my hand, but I think she carries a lot of resentment. But honestly? Tough. She hurt my little Jimbo. So too bad that she is lonely in her new cage.
That’s it for now.
Taking it day by day.
Things aren’t going so well for my deal little boy Jim.
Last night I went home and played with him for a little while. The cut on his back leg has turned into a full out hole now. I can see his intestines I think. The wound itself smelled like fucking garbage and I gagged at least 3 times while I cleaned it. I held him for awhile and then I allowed him to run around my room. His energy level is where it should be, but one of his back legs has curled itself up into his body. He is essentially walking around on three legs.
After he had worn himself out, I put him back in his cage and he immediately went back to bed. He is eating and drinking, but I fear that he won’t survive for that much longer. My dad thinks I should drown him or suffocate him to ease his suffering. But the idea of that makes my skin crawl and my heart go into my throat. Unfortunately for Jim, he is just going to have to ride this one out. And I am not totally convinced that, minus the gaping hole in his back, he is in that much pain. He is handling this whole ordeal like quite a trooper.
I just feel bad that I allowed this to happen. I adopted him from the pet store and then, due to my ignorance of raising hamsters, allowed Kimberly to rip his face off. I have learned my lesson, although maybe a moment too late.
Kimberly is doing just fine in her new cage. I think she hates me though. She won’t come near my hand when I put it in her cage and she hides when she sees me coming. If I am patient, she will eventually crawl into my hand, but I think she carries a lot of resentment. But honestly? Tough. She hurt my little Jimbo. So too bad that she is lonely in her new cage.
That’s it for now.
Taking it day by day.
