"Meet diSney, with 22 BBs in his mouth, head resting on his right hand, the other hand chillen"
It was almost Finals. I was starting to feel the pressure of all the final exams so I needed to get me something to ease the stress from all the studying. My friend, Sidney, noticed I was getting too worked up over these finals in my minor classes, and told me the joy and wonders of having a pet.
"It reduces stress, keeps you from feeling lonely, is fun to have around, but it's extra responsibility."
Sidney, who was raising an african lovebird since its birth and a hedgehog she keeps in the CDU dorms, offered me a pet hamster. I agreed on the terms because I wanted a companion to soothe the stressful situation I was in. Excited and very thankful, I decided to name my newly owned hamster after her, Sidney. Unfortunately, Sidney was a male hamster, so I jumbled the name and got "diSney."
I loved diSney. I took him everywhere with me. He liked to play around my palms and run through the endless flight of hand stairs. During TTH, I would put him in a brown satchel, that I carried around my shoulder under my uniform, to school. I would also take him to Dalaguete on the weekends for vacations. Except one weekend when my cousin decided to take him to his school, CTU. It was Friday and we usually leave to the province the following day. That night, my cousin told me he had left the hamster at his boarding house with a female hamster named "Bear."
He cheered me up by saying, "he's playing, running around, chasing each other around the cage, biting each others butts, flirting, having fun..."
I figured, diSney IS having fun with another hamster species and it IS just one weekend so it should be fine. When my cousin brought diSney back to me after three days of non stop play action with Bear, he was just as energetic as the first time I met him. I took him to school, everyone showed compassion for my fuzzy, fur ball of a creature, but my hamster was acting strangely sluggish. I gave him food and water but he wouldn't eat it or drink nor would he run around the lab tables like usual.Feeling like something was wrong, I hesitated to leave him alone in his shoebox house while I went toschool. When I came home from school later that day, I look for diSney in his shoe box and found him inside the little toilet paper tube in a fetal position... dead. Later that day, I receive a message telling me that Bear died too... I mourned his death and it quickly added on to my emotional and stressful week making studying almost impossible. Organic Chem">..<,
"wooooooosh thump thump thump shhhooosh ploop"-tweej
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diSney was a good hamster. He experienced a short but very entertaining life. He traveled almost everywhere with me, met friends, felt joy, love, depression and death. I guess I can say he lived a full life...
"Fly High Like diSney" ------------->
"Fly High Like diSney" ------------->
Question: Did diSney and Bear die from a broken heart OR was it just coincidence they died on the same day? Can love sick be so severe, it can cause death? If so, is it better to have loved and lost than to have never to have lost love? My Answer: Yes to humans, no to pets unless its in love with his/her Master.lol jk, but the lesson remembered I learned along time ago while I was going through... and was recently reminded is this: life is short, and it MAY even be cut shorter, SO LIVE IT UP!
RIP diSney. "What matters really is not the years you put in your life; but the life you put in your years, thats what really matters."diSney's Ghost echos,"I'm fine.ty."God is good!
