I'm not quite sure how we acquired Anna, but Savannah was thrilled to have a hamster. I think she was a Christmas gift. My husband brought home the most beautiful strawberry-blonde hamster, a house complete with a squeaky wheel (who gets the grease, ya know!), and the right kind of cedar shavings to avoid stinkage. Savannah adored her; therefore, I adored her. She was kind of cute in a rodentary-ish sort of way.
Hamsters don't live very long so I knew there would come a time in Savannah's young life (age 6) when the invincible death talk would happen. Oh boy.
Anna's cage was sitting on the floor against the living room wall when I noticed Anna lying very still in an awkward Kung Fu-like position. She was flat on her back and looked like she was ready to kick some ass. I guess it was because she was as hard as a rock. She obviously had been dead long enough for rigor mortis to set in. I am not sure how long she'd been dead. It couldn't have been very long because we really did pay attention to her. Who knows, I could have run the vacuum cleaner, - as if - and made her have a heart attack. Nevertheless she was d-e-a-d.
*insert choir music*
I was the first to notice that Anna was dead so I whispered to my husband to let him know, "we have a situation." We decided how we were going to "break the news" to Savannah. It went something like this:
"Savannah, Savannah, Honey, listen, we need to talk to you for just a minute or two. Darling, do you remember when we told you that pets don't live very long sometimes?"
Savannah nods
"Well, Honey, Anna stopped breathing and has gone to Pet Heaven. She lived a very good life because you took very good care of her. She was a happy hamster but even happy hamsters don't live very long because that is the way God made them. She wasn't sick, she was old and ready to go to Pet Heaven. She was very loved."
Savannah processes
"Honey? Are you okay? Do you have any questions?"
Savannah cries
"Savannah, Daddy is going to find a little box to put her in and bury her because that is what we do with the body. Her spirit, her soul went to Pet Heaven. You can't see the spirit or soul, but when something stops breathing it leaves the body and goes to Heaven."
Savannah nods.
So my husband finds a checkbook box, lines it with tissue, places Anna in it and reverently closes the box. He picked a spot to bury her where Savannah and I could watch from the window. Savannah cried as he lowered Anna into the ground. He covered her and looked at Savannah with sympathy.
I told Savannah that she could get another hamster, "Of course you can, Baby, absolutely! We would love to have another (rodent) hamster - we can pick one out in a few days or weeks" I prayed that she would forget about the whole replacement idea until two days after Anna's burial when she randomly asked,
"Mom? When is Daddy going to let Anna out of the box?"
I was mortified! I quickly said, "Anna is DEAD. She will stay buried forever!"
And with that, Savannah looked at me like that was the most straightforward news she'd heard in years! She was still pretty upset about Anna so I ordered some children's books about loss. I found Badger's Parting Gifts and Sad Isn't Bad which turned out to be very helpful. (She still has these books.)
We drove to Pet Land to get hampster #2 and found a pretty little lovely, precious sharp-toothed, blonde baby hampster. On the way home I asked, "What are you going to name her?" and she excitedly said, "KATIE"!
I was relieved to see her happy again. Then she said:
"And when Katie dies, we'll get Susie!!"
Alrighty then. And so it goes. Katie went on to marry Johnny. They could never live together but on occasion they visited one another, "fought" and had a million babies. Every last one of them looked like Johnny. Katie escaped her cage (in the garage during Spring) and Johnny lived to be a very old gray haired hamster. He just about gave Mister Jingles a run for his money.
I realized, from this experience, that Savannah needed hard truth in order to "move on". Most children do, really. I had to learn how to protect her the way she needed me too. Not the way "I" thought she needed me too.
Savannah processes
"Honey? Are you okay? Do you have any questions?"
Savannah cries
"Savannah, Daddy is going to find a little box to put her in and bury her because that is what we do with the body. Her spirit, her soul went to Pet Heaven. You can't see the spirit or soul, but when something stops breathing it leaves the body and goes to Heaven."
Savannah nods.
So my husband finds a checkbook box, lines it with tissue, places Anna in it and reverently closes the box. He picked a spot to bury her where Savannah and I could watch from the window. Savannah cried as he lowered Anna into the ground. He covered her and looked at Savannah with sympathy.
I told Savannah that she could get another hamster, "Of course you can, Baby, absolutely! We would love to have another (rodent) hamster - we can pick one out in a few days or weeks" I prayed that she would forget about the whole replacement idea until two days after Anna's burial when she randomly asked,
"Mom? When is Daddy going to let Anna out of the box?"
I was mortified! I quickly said, "Anna is DEAD. She will stay buried forever!"
And with that, Savannah looked at me like that was the most straightforward news she'd heard in years! She was still pretty upset about Anna so I ordered some children's books about loss. I found Badger's Parting Gifts and Sad Isn't Bad which turned out to be very helpful. (She still has these books.)
We drove to Pet Land to get hampster #2 and found a pretty little lovely, precious sharp-toothed, blonde baby hampster. On the way home I asked, "What are you going to name her?" and she excitedly said, "KATIE"!
I was relieved to see her happy again. Then she said:
"And when Katie dies, we'll get Susie!!"
Alrighty then. And so it goes. Katie went on to marry Johnny. They could never live together but on occasion they visited one another, "fought" and had a million babies. Every last one of them looked like Johnny. Katie escaped her cage (in the garage during Spring) and Johnny lived to be a very old gray haired hamster. He just about gave Mister Jingles a run for his money.
I realized, from this experience, that Savannah needed hard truth in order to "move on". Most children do, really. I had to learn how to protect her the way she needed me too. Not the way "I" thought she needed me too.
