Beth's little hamster is dying. She's well over two years old now, and she is looking very old. Her once jet-black fur is now gray and very sparse. She has a lump on her back that has been growing, and Beth looked up the possible conditions it might be and found that Sasha most likely has a tumor. This morning, Sasha was lying on her side, which is unusual for her, and not able to move more than just to shuffle around. She's also breathing very fast and shallow. We believe it won't be long till the little hammy is gone. So Beth is doing her schoolwork with Sasha wrapped in a towel and sitting on Beth's desk.
I feel so bad for the little critter! Beth is fine with her dying, as she's known all along that the average life span for this type of hamster is only two years, but we both keep saying "poor thing" every time we look at her. So Beth is keeping her company and making her comfy, waiting for the end. As I looked at Sasha this morning, I was reminded that God sees even the sparrow that falls. I don't have any notions about an animal heaven or animal souls, but if God cares about a little bird, maybe He cares about a little hammy too!