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A while back, I was looking at pictures my mom had taken with her digital camera. (This was in like, february.) I saw pictures of my dog pulling me on ice skates, I saw pictures of my dog smelling the camera, there was me and my sister on xmas, me dressed up as Dernhelm for the ROTK opening... And one looked vaugely familiar. There was something cream-colored on my shoulder. To my utter despair, when I zoomed in it was my dead hampster when he was still alive, sitting on my shoulder and posing for the camera. My hampster Hamfast, who I had nearly forgotten about! I remembered in that moment the day he had died. My dad made it final... he said the word dead. And then I knew he would never climb into my hair and snuggle into it, he would never pose for the camera again. I thought how selfish and without feeling I had been, in the space so short after Hamfast had died. About a week after, we adopted a dog and Hamfast was driven from my minf. I closed my eyes and walked slowly by my parent's room. A lump rose in my throat and tears sparkled in my eyes, but everyone else was still in the house and I was determined not to show emotion until I got to my room, where I could talk to my stuffed dragon, Horns. I was already sad and spooked out when I entered- Utter, sudden shock hit me when I got in. Horns was ripped to pieces on the floor. I knew immediately that Wolfie, my dog, had done it, and I knew he knew no better. But I had lost the only one who would listen to me without sending me to a shrink or putting me on pills as I surmised anyone who "cares about people's problems" would. I swore I would repair her, but months have passed and Horns still lies mutilated in the closet in a pillowcase, stuffing everywhere.

I don't know why I typed this, but I was reminded of Hamfast in a post on Powerpets and I had to say something.

Aw,its okay,Eo. *big hug* I know how it feels to loose a pet then sort of forget about them..when each of my old pets were first gone,I'd talk to them every night. Then I stopped when we got our new dog. (Maybe before.) I forgot about them for ages. And I feel horrible to say so,too. But they know better than to think we dont care,they know we still love them. Even Hamfast. (That is such a CUTE name.)

And about your plushie..try talking to Wolfie. I talk to my cat,she understands. I can tell by the way she looks at me. I am sure Wolfie will listen to anything you have to say to him. They are very in tune with emotions.

It's okey... I feel bad sometimes for forgettin my old pets too... Like my mouse... I can't even remember his name

I'm really sorry... that happened to me with my rabbit and my snake. But wow... you're really poetic.

I've never lost a pet before, but don't feel bad about forgetting about them.

It's okay to not remember the deceased most of the time. We are alive and thus, we must live in the present, not the past. As long as we take out those memories from time to time and refresh them in our mind, that's all we're expected to do. You never truly forget those you love, animal or human - you just don't have it at the forefront of your mind all the time.

It's alright to revisit memories of the past every once in a while. It's alright to let them slip your mind, as there are other things that require your attention. Don't worry, it's okay not to remember about your hamster all the time, it's perfectly fine. =)