Since 2 days Gatsby doesn't run on the wheel. I thought he could have an abscess, because he kept keeping food in his cheeks... So I decided to see the VET.
Hamsters need an expert VET in Exotic animals... basically Snakes and Hamsters (Eater and food) have the same doctor. Now I have a VET for Psycho the Cat and Skizzy the Dog, and a vet for the 2 tiny things.
No abscess, no cures, but the VET took off of his cheeks this amount of food (Pic below). And the cheeks were half full.
While keeping food inside the cheeks is normal, some hamsters are unable to take it outside (Especially when they are young), but, most of all, they can keep it forever, the food rottens, and the hamster gets sick.
Before confirming the abscess, you need to keep out the food, or you cannot see the cheek, so my poor little thing has been scrambled like an egg, this afternoon. Poor kid.
Please, ignore my usual scratched & old nail polish!
Now he's sleeping under his house, and I don't think I'll see him tonight.
When it was time to pay, the vet said: 30€.
I was surprised. On the phone they told me "The visit is 35 euros + who knows what we need to do to take care of him". So I asked why this low price, and the vet said:
"We haven't seen a hamster in YEARS. They live a short life, and people simply let them die. You came here knowing everything about hamsters, showing us the pictures of the habitat, you give him the best food on the marked, and the moment you got worried, you brought him to the Vet. Officially, people like you don't exist... Consider this an encouragement to go on like this!"
SO, IF GATSBY IS OK... WHAT THE HELL IS THE PROBLEM???
The day I brought home Holden, Gatsby freaked out.
Started saving food inside his cheeks, was not so friendly anymore, and he started acting really weird. He was stressed.
Tiny hamster Brain, couldn't understand Holden was in another home and could never come out, so Gatsby was expecting an attack any moment. (Awww. this is so sad)
To save Gatsby, I had no other option than setting Holden free in the garden... I'm sorry.
Nobody believed this bs, right? OF COURSE NOT!!!
I moved Holden in my bedroom. Not happy about the solution, but for now it's ok.
I opened Gatsby's room window, and let inside fresh air. I cleaned everything, hoping Holden smell disappeared, and crossed my fingers.
With some help from the AGAH (Almighty Gods of All Hamsters), Gatsby will start changing again, now that his "Archenemy" is gone!
NOW, SOME GOOD NEWS
Today, in Trieste, my hometown, is San Nicolò (Sain Nicholas).
He's a sort of Mini Santa. He brings candies and chocolate to good kids, and coal (Sugar coal) to the naughty ones.
I'm 46, I have money, and I unilaterraly decided I was a good girl, and I bought myself THIS
It was not my intention to post such an ugly image, taken with my cellphone... but when I saw Pete's Rib Eyes tonight... I thought I had to fight back! :)