||[Jun. 4th, 2002|05:53 pm]
I took Miss Guinevere to Dr Mark's today for a tooth trim. When I got her out of the car, I noticed she was on her side, kinda kicking her feet. When I got into the clinic, I took her out of her carry cage and held her in my hands. She didn't even try to stand up; she just lay there and kicked feebly and made a clicking noise in her mouth. I had just enough time to tell her that I loved her, that her mommy loved her and that I've enjoyed taking care of her. Then she died. Poor little girl. She was so sweet. She was our little Guinness hamister. She outlived her sisters, even though she had more health problems. She survived a prolapsed uterus, a hysterectomy, respiratory disease and unbelievably fast-growing teeth. And she was the sweetest, most personable little girl. I'll miss her so much. I love you, Miss Girl.