It is strange n'est pas readers that of all the people in this household, I'm the one who has to sort out the dead pets when they pass to the grand menagerie above.
Our valiant little Hamster passed away sometime yesterday I guess from the state he was in. However, it had to wait until I could see if he was indeed dead, shake the cage, open up the little sleeping quarters and bless him there he was. I then had to do the transfer from there into a little box with his name on it so that my daughter can do the rites tomorrow and this little fella can join the others at the back of the garden.
It is pretty sad but I can't work out why Mrs. F. or younger daughter wouldn't do it?
Anyway, I have always been against keeping animals although I suppose fish may be all right. I find that keeping an animal in doors really flies in the face of nature but that's just me - I guess the other argument is that pets wouldn't be alive unless humans wanted and looked after them. Something deep inside me doesn't "get it" about them - maybe companionship. They say dogs are man's best friend but go ask your dog for some money as a loan and see where you get!!
So the poor old Hamster finally died - he made two miraculous recoveries from what I thought were death throes some months ago. There will be a little ceremony somewhere down the end of the garden and I don't know whether she will get a new one.
I had a mixed day at work yesterday as I did loads of work but then went as a guest to Lodge in Middlesex. The meeting and food were great as was getting there and back by train but the chap I was with, who is an old friend is really down on his luck at the moment and there isn't an easy way out of the situation for him. He will be flat broke in a month's time and is in danger of losing the house and everything. The trouble is I can do nothing for him but listen and try and advise but I don't think he is listening or maybe he is but doesn't understand that this has been coming for years but he just hasn't faced up to it early enough.
Of course he looks mightily hurt that I am able to stop paid work and go and do my bit. The trouble is that when I was raking in money I didn't spend it - it went into a fund that made sure that I secured my family first and now that is done I can work on securing my remaining years. It is also plain that he wasn't best pleased that he didn't get to round two in the interviews for my job. The problem is that the others are far more qualified. However I tried to say that it felt as if I was spraying him with pepper spray - I felt really quite bad. It is now a situation of what on earth can I do. There isn't anything I can do apart from keeping telling him to be realistic and then ask me if I can help in some way. I can't do it for him and I'm odds on certain that I'm going to end up with some sort of treatment coming up which will severely restrict my availability to do anything for a while either.
Strange that after all the years I've known him - I am just not able to help him like I thought I could/should. I feel bad about it but I'm being the one who is being realistic about things. Of course it isn't nice to realise that you may lose your house and have to go love elsewhere and make changes to your lifestyle. It isn't nice at all.
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