The weight of water

After Oliver had started acting weird the night prior, I sobbed yesterday morning as I had to shake him to wake him up.  He was so weak, and wouldn’t eat or drink, nor use the bathroom; I thought for sure he was dying.  Those are all the tell-tale signs for a hamster, at least.  Come to find out that one of the smoke detectors had beeped all night indicating a low battery, and with cats having such sensitive ears, it took quite a toll on this old man of mine; my ears never even heard it. 

I’m happy to report he drank a quite a bit of water last night and this morning.  Still hasn’t eaten, but I’m hopeful for that to happen today.  He’s also not as weak, thus is moving around a lot more – almost like his old self!

I found this cute heart-shaped spot on his leg last night and thought it was sweet.

This was his set-up last night in my tub – just in case he was too weak to come in to use the litter box.  He jumped out almost immediately (the jumping part made my heart soar – that takes strength, especially as it’s a deep tub) and then I moved all what was in the tub to the floor of my bathroom and left him in there last night, as well as today while I’m at work.

Continually praying that added rest will completely heal him.


About Heather.B

I'm a thirty-something (how did I get so old?!) esthetician (Jan 2009), soon-to-add holistic services (Jan 2013), and then onto business school with a few more endeavors in the works. Stayed tuned though as this changes often. I call it "what-to-be-when-I'm-a-grown-up ADD" - but here's a great quote of encouragement if you're similar in nature: “The experience of centering was one I particularly sought because I thought of myself as dispersed, interested in too many things. I envied people who were ‘single-minded,’ who had one powerful talent and who knew when they got up in the morning what it was they had to do. Whereas I, wherever I turned, felt the enchantment: to the window for the sweetness of the air; to the door for the passing figures; to the teapot, the typewriter, the knitting needles, the pets, the pottery, the newspaper, the telephone. Wherever I looked I could have lived. It took me half my life to come to believe I was okay even if I did love experience in a loose and undiscriminating way and did not know for sure the difference between good and bad. My struggles to accept my nature were the struggles of centering.” – [from Centering in Pottery, Poetry, and the Person by Mary Caroline Richards] I'm a lover of animals (especially my bird and cat), my niece and nephew (and #3 on HER way), and plants; an avid crochet-er (and other crafty things), amateur photographer, baker extraordinaire, dreamer of travels far away (camping and road trips settle me for now), searcher of different music, and beloved daughter of The King. Add in a penchant for being taught new things, and you've got a good idea of what you're dealing with here. I, also, have an endocrine disorder (PCOS) that causes me to have a low carb diet and an insatiable appetite for holistic health (along with a big butt) - I console myself with the reminder that there are worse things, like being eaten by an alligator. Lastly, I've found I get bored easily and procrastinate like it's my job. So who knows how steadily I'll contribute to this. Welcome! If you choose to read this, I've warned you fairly ;), and I really hope you enjoy the variety of my life. Please send me a note and let me know about you!

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