My husband totally ripped his hamstring- tore it- I pray to God he didn't avulse the muscle- he did that on Friday and won't go into to see a Doctor- he's a friggin Doctor he should know better, guess where he is right now....at work! This happened on Saturday. This morning Jazzy The Cat was acting all out of sorts around 3 am- I now know why- My son (Ryan) comes downstairs in a panic few minutes ago, " There's something wrong with Fuzzy, he won't move, he won't move!" Fuzzy died last night! My son loved this hamster- he researched them saved his money and bought the damn thing in June. He was so cute and tiny- he fed it, cleaned the cage every week, let it run in the ball...he adored the little rat. And I must confess it grew on me too. He seemed to know when I came in the room and climbed the bars. For two days he wasn't acting right, I should have seen it coming....I looked for "Wet-butt" which can be serious- nope...I have no idea why, but he died. Poor Ryan is beside himself and wants to bury him, but the ground is frozen...
Merry Christmas!













