Thursday, November 17, 2016

Now We Are Gerbil Lovers in Name Only

In other news about how 2016 can #suckit, Stimeyland is now gerbilless.

I discovered my last gerbil—the very elderly statesman King—dead in his tank on Wednesday. He was one of the babies born more than three and a half years ago.

Honestly, the last year has been like a grim game of Gerbil Survivor where, instead of being voted off the island, you end up in a trash bag with assorted paper shavings. There has been a lot of gerbil death here in the recent past.

I'm not getting any new rodents for a while. But I will miss them. They're fun to have around.

King, you will be missed.


  1. So sorry for your loss. I'm glad I had a chance to say good-bye. 2016 sucks!

  2. Aw, man! I'm so sorry you are gerbiless. It must be very quiet in your house. Are the kitties wondering where their Kitty TV has gone?

    Our geriatric cat decided she didn't want to live in a Trump Presidency and shuffled off her mortal coil. While her passing was not unexpected, it was still sad.

    And while I am so ready for 2016 to be over, I am not looking forward to what 2017 is going to bring.

  3. I am so sorry! hugs to you all!

  4. I'm so very sorry about your kitty. :(

    (And, yes, I think they do miss Kitty TV!)


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