Bittersweet afternoon today, my daughters tiny 'Miniature Russian Hamster' Mitch-Match died. A week after 'All Souls Day', I knew his time was near a few days ago, when he wouldn't let us hold or pet him. These adorable creatures usually only live a year and a half, this one made it to two years. Obviously well loved and cared for, he will be sorely missed. He had a proper burial, in a fine (antique paper) lined casket filled with fairy-roses and apple leaves, words of love (we shared our hopes for 'Hamster Heaven' - lots of peanuts, rose-colored water and a ferris-wheel his size) and a rose-petal shower... More than a few tears were shed. Lessons in growing up can be difficult but they prepare us for life ahead. I see my daughters heart, feel her pain and hope she will find blessings in tomorrow...
(Added later: I am sorry if I offended anyone with my photo of little Mitch Match in his box. I only ment to show the beauty of it not the tragedy... I am deleting the photo so that no more feelings will be hurt...)
