I know the timing of this entry sucks.
After not having blogged in almost a month, I'm back with probably the only sad entry on Hotel Tuesday. I didn't think it would make much sense to wait a bit, put up a normal, happy entry, then post this later.
Anyway, I got home from work today and after a brief phone call, I went to say hello to Richard Parker, who I hadn't seen in almost two days since I stayed at a friend's house the past two nights. I lifted his house and found him curled in a ball, like he always is when he sleeps. But he didn't stir when I lifted the house and I realized that he had passed away.
Since I've had Richard Parker since freshman year, I knew my time with him was nearing an end (Wikipedia says his type of hamster lives no more than two to three years). And, very strangely, I had a dream just last night that he died. He was very much on my mind today and I do feel like I was somewhat prepared. Still, I am obviously very upset about it.
The reason I wanted to post about it now was because I felt like Richard Parker was a part of not only my life, but the lives of my blog readers. Through Hotel Tuesday, Richard Parker achieved a level of fame his owner envied, and was able to show off his natural good looks, his skills with the ladies, and his amazing talent as a designer.
I hope that my longtime followers will take a minute to remember Richard Parker and his adventures on my blog. In lieu of flowers, go spend some time with your pets if you have any.