Jarret’s dwarf hamster, Bite-Size, died last night. This is his third hamster, but it’s also the one who lived the longest. In fact he was quite active right up until he died in his sleep. Naturally, Jarret is quite upset about it, even taking offense at my smiling while trying to comfort him. He has also demanded that his next pet be one that lives a lot longer, preferably a cat. I have tried to point out to him that 1. Cats cost a lot to adopt, 2. They aren’t cheap to care for, and 3. Ribbon has already declared him her human (he’s the only she’ll sleep with, or let pet her for any length of time). He still wants one. It’ll take awhile before we can afford to adopt, so that will give him time to think about it and hopefully he’ll change his mind. *wonders how long ferrets live*

Bite-Size’s “funeral” will be this afternoon. Glenn offered to bury him last night, but I thought the daytime, when we can make sure that the hamster actually gets buried and not flung over the bike path (yes, Glenn would do that). I don’t have a box his size (he’s only two inches long) so we’ll probably wrap him in a paper towel shroud and bury him.

He was such a cute little bugger!