Last night we lost our dear little Dewey.
He had been showing signs of aging for a while now, sleeping far more than
usual and eating less and less. Last night he took his final breaths in
Judy's hands while we watched TV.
He was always a little character from the very day we brought him home.
Early on we could handle him without any issues at all. Over time we could
still handle him but he'd often nip at your fingertips, even when they were
completely clean and we hadn't handled any other hams prior. I'm not sure
if it was a little game of his for how long he could keep it up before we'd
put him back in his house.
I'd always have to have a stash of treats near whenever we'd eat dinner in
the livingroom. His tank was right to the side of me, and whenever he got a
smell of what we were eating I could look down and see him up on his back
legs dancing around looking to get some of whatever we had. Since most
times it wasn't something he could eat, I'd toss in a hammy treat like a
piece of apple (which he loved!), or some oatmeal, and he'd sniff it, look
back at me like, "Thats not what I smell up there", but eventually he'd take
it and devour it. In a way Dewey and I shared dinner almost every night.
I'm going to really miss that. Now we have a whole container of apple bits,
and he was really the only one who loved them.
Not long after we got him, we noticed his coat color starting to really
change. We got him when he was very dark colored, but as the photos will
show, he got a very light colored winter coat a few months later. Then it
reverted right back to his old dark coloring. His white coat was so
beautiful to look at, and so thick and soft. It made him look like a
distinguished little fellow, or maybe like a little raccoon.
He used to defend his tank extremely well. If we reached in to move
something or place something in, and he hadn't seen us coming, he'd rush at
you and make a loud vocal chittering sound. If you weren't quick enough,
he'd latch into you with his teeth and hang on for dear life. It was cute
He also had a habit of filling up his Wodent Wheel with big pieces of food,
then take of running so it made a huge amount of noise. We'd take the food
out, and he'd go and put it right back in. It was like he couldn't enjoy
his wheel unless it was making noise while he ran in it.
Overall he was a wonderful little friend to share time with. I'm going to
miss all our little interactions, and being able to look down and see him
looking up when I'm eating dinner every night. He spot is going to seem
very empty now. He was a great little ham, my little Mr. Dew as I called
him, or Dewey Man sometimes.
Rest in peace little Dewey, you were a precious little friend, and we will
miss you dearly.
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Brian & Judy & The Hamster Horde