About two months ago, I finally caved and let me daughter buy a hamster. We allowed her to save her own money and if she saved up enough, we would contribute half towards getting her a hamster. We tried everything to distract her from this idea. Yet my daughter was persistent and wouldn’t let it go. So she smiled at me with those hazel eyes and said “daddy, will you take me to get a hamster tonight?” I couldn’t say no. The girl has me wrapped. I’m aware and I don’t apologize for it. I made her aware that a hamster is a big responsibility and she will be the main person that takes care of him. She was ok with this. Enter Nibs.
Nibbles, or Nibs, as she called him was a dwarf Siberian hamster. She took really good care of him. He had survived our cat twice. Two times my daughter forgot to shut her bedroom door and the cat knocked the hamster cage off her dresser. Both times we found Nibs unharmed. I really think he was some type of ninja hamster or possibly a 007. She loved that thing to death. By the way he let her hold him all the time, he loved her too.
While at worship practice last night, we got a phone call from my in-laws that Nibs died. I could feel my daughters heart breaking. They said she was crying but she was ok. We got home and hugged her little 5 year old body while she cried. I told her that we could have a funeral for Nibs and she said she would like that. So I went down to the shed and got my shovel and found a nice spot under a big tree in the backyard that doesn’t get mowed over. I even got her a little hand shovel for her to help and be involved, hoping this would bring some type of closure. We made the hole about 8 inches deep so that it was deep enough he wouldn’t be dug up by scavengers. Then we went and got Nibs. We carried him down in a little shoe box and laid him in the hole in the ground with only a spotlight flashlight illuminating him. “Can I pet him one more time to say goodbye?” We told her she could And asked if she wanted to say anything to him before we buried him. She said she did. These are her words:
Jo: “He was a very good hamster. I just wanted to say goodbye to him. I’m trying not to cry though.”
Me: “He was a very good hamster. You took very good care of him.”
Jo: “He was and yes I did.”
Me: “But you know what? Jesus is going to have a very good hamster now.”
Jo: “He is. Its Nibbles.”
Me: “I bet he’s playing with Jesus right now.”
Jo: “I bet he’s playing patty-cake with him.”
Me: “He probably is. And you know what? I bet there are other little boys and girls hamsters that died that are playing with him now. I bet he’s so happy. Are you ready to say goodbye to him?”
Jo: nods head “goodbye nibbles. I didn’t want him to pass away though.”
As I covered the little guys body, my daughter had a little fake flower that she brought with her to put on his grave. We stuck the flower in the ground and headed back inside. She found a rock that she wanted me to paint with nail polish as a headstone. She wanted me to write: “Nibs…great hamster…by Jocelyn.” She insisted on putting one of her prized littlest pet shop toys on his grave.
So there in our backyard lies Nibs, a flower, a littlest pet shop toy, and a lot of little 5 year old tears. Rest in peace Nibs.