sad day.

ahh will i ever learn? probably not. i woke up last thursday morning to find my little hammy, fry, looking miserable and not doing so well. his tiny little paws were pale and he was very unsteady. when i looked at him and picked him up, i knew that his prognosis was rather grim. since i know from past experiences that hamster conditions rapidly decline, i decided to just take him to the vet and have him put to sleep. mike was very good to help me through this rough time. the temperature outside was around 10 and i didn't want to add to the little fuzzy's discomfort, so i wrapped him in a big towel and carried him outside. mike drove to the critter hospital. the worst part was that i had to drop him off because the vet wouldn't be in until 9. poor little thing. after work, i went back and paid the bill. 88bones. can you believe it? i always say i won't get another, but i love the little fuzzies. sniffffffffff ....