There's a war going on in Iraq, people are diagnosed with terminal illnesses everyday, the vet's waiting room was filled with distressed people holding wounded animals -- and there I was with a dwarf hamster tucked away in my bag. I was so embarrassed to be taking this tiny thing, no bigger than a ball of fluff, to the vet. But when he appeared to have a broken leg and wasn't able to move much, I thought maybe the humane thing would be to have him put down. My son and I were devastated to think of that happening because we just adored our dwarf hamsters, (named Hammie and Hammie because we can't tell them apart).
When the vet called for the next patient to come in and couldn't even see that I had anything with me, he was perplexed. Apologizing, I pulled a little hamster container out with the sick little hammie inside.
In the end, the vet gave hammie a shot of steriod - the needle itself was 5 times the size of our pet --and he rallied. He's stayed alive and happy another month. We were thrilled. But now his brother Hammie has a big tumour on his stomach, but still eats and plays happily. I'm just hoping they last through Christmas because they put their stockings out on their cage and are hoping Santa Hamster leaves them some treats....
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