I don't think I've mentionned my pet
For he has never stressed me
To the point of mental contorsion.
Yet here I am, not stressed but sad
Button the hamster
Is reaching a year and seven months
Syrain hamsters live until 2 at most.
The hourglass is running low.
His once soft hair, is covered in dandruff
His muscles gone, all scrawny now
He let's his little nails grow a little long
His nest is not as perfect anymore
He climbs up with unease
But his bright, branding beads
Sparkle like stardust.
I'm afraid he is dying, or at least close.
Hamsters reach maturity at 6 weeks.
Humans reach brain maturity at 20+ years.
20 years is 6000 days give or take.
6 weeks is roughly 40 days.
1 day, is almost 3 months for a hamster
Stupidly I wish for more time
Even though I know the last of the sand is falling
I know Button had a good life
A large home, stimulus, good food
Loving family.
Selfishly I still cry at the thought
My little buddy just stopping one day
Old age taking its final grain
And joining others at eternal slumber.
I never anticipated getting so attached
My heart aches at his pain
Cruelly I try to keep him here with me
With yoghurt drops and vaseline
Apple slices and home cleaning.
I know his time is running out
But I'd seize the chance
To turn the hourglass again.
I love him so:
The way he chews his bridge
And runs lopsided
That little glint of recognition when he hears my voice
The gentle nudge of his head as I hold him close
The way those beads blink as I play Disney songs
The sweet tugs to give him the carrot piece
The erratic little heartbeat I feel pulse
Eternity would never be enough
With Button, and his little button nose.
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Certainty Of Midnight
Puisiemotion ɪˈməʊʃ(ə)n/ noun a strong feeling deriving from one's circumstances, mood, or relationships with others. A snippet of a teenage girl's mind. Excuse the hormonal anger. I started this book when I was thirteen or fourteen. I publish, unpublish...
