Your Pet Loss Diaries

'J & Peaches'

About Peaches

Peaches, my Roborovski dwarf hamster.

When did you lose Peaches?

September 9, 2012, around 10 A.M.

At which stage of pet loss grief do you feel you are currently at?

Or how are you feeling right now?

Tomorrow is the one-week anniversary of her death, and I miss her more now than ever.

J & Peaches' Story so far

One day, I just came apon Peaches being sold with other hamsters in separate cages. My mom never really liked animals, so I thought I would never have a childhood pet. But when she saw me giddy and excited just by seeing them, she let me have one. She must have been amused by their antics, too. I bought her out of all of them, and right then and there was the best moment of my life. I finally got a pet.

I didn't know what to name her until a few days afterward when "Peaches" came to me in a dream. It was perfect. Peaches was meant for me. Whenever I was stressed out, seeing her running around in her wheel comforted me. She was such an outgoing hamster. From the start, she always approached my hand and would take food from it (though she bit my hand once). She was a feisty little hamster but she got used to me anyway. Whenver I would try and tame her she would always approach but never stay on my hand, just hop on and off. I became attached to her.

Sadly, after only two months of owning her, she died peacefully in her sleep. The last time I saw her alive, she was sleeping and I could see her back rise and fall like it always did when she slept. That was the last time I would see her alive. I got up, walked out of the room, and came back in thirty minutes. She was on her side, and I didn't see her back rise and fall. I was too scared to touch her, so my grandma did (she's very experienced with animals) and she said she was dead. I screamed and started bawling. It turns out she was old and it was her time. I took comfort in the fact that she had died peacefully. My grandma said Peaches had died loving me.

One week later, it's still hard on me. Some might say, Well, you only had her for two months, what's the big deal? She was my very first pet ever, and we had a special connection. Even in a short amount of time I got attatched to her and loved her with all my heart. I was sad to see her go, but it was time. I feel guitly for not being able to prolong her life, but sooner or later she would eventually die. Sadly, it had to be sooner. I miss you, Peaches. Rest In Peace. I hope you have all the veggie puffs you want up there on the other side of Rainbow Bridge. Until we meet again.

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