Well, this is eerie timing.
We had a lovely hamster named Golden for the past 2 years and 4 months. Tonight, I noticed my daughter’s door was open and went in to make sure there were no cats in there with him (he was officially her hamster). I checked on him, as is my habit, and didn’t see him breathing. I opened his cage and touched him (he’ll usually wake with a start and then ask me sleepily for food) and he was cold.
My younger daughter begged for a hamster two years ago, and I did my best to talk her out of it. I really didn’t like the idea of having a rodent as a pet; I even offered to get a kitten instead, but she stood fast. She knew that a kitten would be a family pet, but a cage animal could be hers alone. So we got Golden, a long-haired golden (duh) hamster. He was a little skittish at first, and he bit me both of the first two times I handled him, but he got used to people pretty quickly. He escaped from his cage a total of seven times over that first year, until we figured out a pretty fool-proof system of keeping him in. He got to the point that he would actually come to you when you called him. I became very, very fond of the little guy. He seemed like he might be getting sick once, and I found a vet who specialized in “exotics” and had him checked, at a cost of $58.00, to find that he was perfectly fine. A few nights ago, the last time my daughter brought him into the living room to play (he’d been pretty lethargic and had been sleeping a lot since it got cold), we noticed that his eyes looked milky, like he had cataracts. I understand that hamsters can be expected to live only two to three years, but ever since he turned two, we’d been focusing on the “to three” part. When I found him, he was all curled up in his nest, looking almost normal, so I suspect he just drifted off in his sleep, as the very old sometimes will.
So now I’m sitting here, teary-eyed, over the death of a nocturnal rodent who cost $7.99 at the Petsmart. I may be more upset over this than my daughter. We’re having the funeral tomorrow, and I think we’ll bury him deep in the front garden, where the dog can’t dig him up.
It sounds like you’re all set up. Golden was happier once we moved him into an aquarium, too, and you can get a top with tubes that fits over the top and provides a play space. At the end, we had the aquarium with the special top, two “lookout tower” dens, tubes going every which way, and the original small plastic cage with the wheel attached. I found that a nifty water bottle with hanger that you can put inside an aquarium cage, and it’s much less likely to spill than the other kinds. I hope you have a wonderful time with Fuzz.