RIP Remington

I wanted to separate yesterday's and today's posts, even though Remi (my little mouse) died last week. He had been sick a for a while- in fact, a few weeks ago I thought he was about to be dead for sure when he started rolling around his cage like he was having a seizure- and he was getting up there in age for a mouse, so it wasn't really that surprising when I got home from work last Wednesday and found him dead in his cage (a sight that you never really get used to, no matter how many small animals you've had). It was still a little unexpected since he had been seemingly fine that morning, and, although I am glad that he is no longer sick and suffering, I feel his absence a lot more than his size might lead one to believe.

Any noises I heard in the night I could attribute to Remi (since that was when he was usually running around or eating). Now if I hear something, I have to pretend it's nothing, rather than imagine what it could be (scorpion, wasp, etc). He was the nicest mouse that ever existed- I don't think he ever bit me- and he was always very sweet and happy to be held. I almost lost him one day when I was spraying him for mites and he made a leap of faith out of my hand- but even then, when I grabbed onto him tightly and didn't let go, he didn't sink his sharp little teeth into my hand.

I hope that me "rescuing" him from the pet store so that he didn't become snake food created a better life for him than the life he could have had.

I just sold off his cages and supplies (for a deeply discounted price) to a little boy who is SO EXCITED to be getting a hampster. The boy was a little taken aback that the cage was pink, but he assured me that "it's fine, it's ok". I think he's just so happy to finally be getting the pet he has been begging for for a long time. There's a hampster in town that's about to get a special home, and I'm glad that Remi and I helped make it happen.

The day I got him