Poor Chases's Hamster died last night. It lived very happily in a cage downstairs until yesterday when it got really cool downstairs. It got to no more that 50 degrees and then went into hibernation. Emma brought it upstairs to me all in tears because it was limp, cold and non responsive. So I held it and did very gentle cpr on it and blew into it's snout, it began to move a bit on it's own but mostly spastic movements suggestive of brain damage to all but the medulla oblongata. Chase was sooooo upset, he was like, "Mommy I need you to lay down in your bed with me..." Of course I did, and kept the hamster warm on my tummy. It was still having shallow sporatic respirations.
Then about an hour and a half later it began Cheynne-stoking (death respirations) fortunately Chase thinks that it is still hibernating and Ernie is going to the petstore to get him 2 hamsters to replace Hamtaro. This really sucks because it's about 3 days before his birthday. Sucks sucks sucks....