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And so everything has gone. The next day or so, my new pet human took me and her other old hamster to the vet. Her sister went along and brought her new rat, Jeff (one she had bought from the cage next to me).

Of course, I was perfectly healthy. However, this other hamster Taco was not as good. He was dehydtrated. They injected him with water (wich i think was pretty stupid.. he looked like a living, hamster water balloon) and made my master give them peices of paper in exchange for the "check up". The next day, when my pet returned from a long day of what she calls "school", her Taco was dead. I was not suprised, but she was so sad. She did not cry, but I could tell she was hurting so badly.

Later, I found out they went to give Taco an autopsy. They had overseen a tumor near Taco's liver, and that was also a problem. My pet felt that part of the problem was because of her mother, who had refused to take her to the vet because she thought Taco was just getting old, or getting a cold. I felt so sorry for my pet, and tried to cheer her up. But she refused-and still refuses-to love me as deeply and devotedly as she did Taco. Sure, she plays with me, gives me treats, coos too me. But she doesn't want to attach herself to another hamster, and I understand.

My pet let me experience all sorts of new sensations. Dozens of kinds of litter, snow, treats & foods, all sorts of plants, new humans, fabrics, new cages, etc. etc. etc. The fun never ended.

My pet also soon bought me a Habitrail Safari cage. Although it was rather small (because the attachments were much too expensive), she and I both liked the ingenious design of plastic and bars together. The wheel was a bother, but we worked it out with a suction cup stratedgy.

However, the habitrail cage did not last long. One day it tipped over. Although none of my toys nor I were hurt in the process, my beautiful cage was badly bruised. It would still assemble properly, but my pet feared that it might crack more or break, hurting me. So she gave me a nice, big habitrail cage.

Time seems to fly, doesn't it? At least when your doing an autobiography it does. Well, it was June when my master changed my cage setup again. It was a big, luxurious wire cage (the one that Taco had died in). To see this cage, check out my pictures page. An empty 6-pack beer box was put in there, as a second level (snugly fitting in there). Below, was a deep no-spill tray with habitrail litter. I store my food there and go to the bathroom there (wich really ticks off my pet human). Underneath that is a bunch of newspapers with nothing on it. She lets me have the newspapers because I don't chew them up or soil them (I use my litter box).

All my bedding (a mix of carefresh, pine, hay, and old underwear) is stuffed in my beer box. There is a hole in the side of the box looking out of my cage that has plastic wrap taped to it. Like a window. My safari wheel is still intact. My pet really likes the squeekless, barless (bumblefoot-less) design of the wheel. I think she likes it even better now that I stopped going to the bathroom in there all the time *blush*. Sometimes, just to make her mad, I run around my wheel with big peices of food (lab blocks, dog biscuts, peanuts, etc.) and make loud clanging sounds while she sleeps!!

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