We knew the time was coming, but it’s never fun to lose a pet. I’ll admit, he was really stinky so I was not too terribly sad this time. Heartless I know.
The events of yesterday remind me of a time a few years ago. Let me tell you about Ninja the hamster.
I rarely had to think about Ninja. He lived in my 9 year old son’s room and was dutifully fed and cared for without fail. During a particularly hectic week, I was told that Ninja had one bowl of food left, and was asked to pick up a new bag at the store. I had been to the store several times throughout the week and each time intended to get the food, but each time I forgot.
I’d remember as I walked in the door, checked on Ninja and made sure he still had food. He did, and I promised to get it next time. This pattern carried on until Saturday night. Finally, I ran back to the store at 11:30 p.m. to get the food. All was well. Ninja had been running on his wheel and the kids had played with him during the evening.
Unfortunately, I got distracted. Instead of feeding Ninja, I put the food on the counter and went to bed.
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