I know this is ridiculous. And I never even wanted the bloody hamster in the first place. But after a weekend of helping my recently bereaved father move from the family home and being shattered from manic cleaning and packing
I got back to my home 3 hours away, go to bed, then have my Dp wake me to say the wee guy wasn't well. An hour later we're at the 24 hr vets putting him to sleep and I'm bawling my eyes out like an idiot. Brilliant. I am pathetic, aren't I? But I still can't cope with dealing with his little empty cage tomorrow...