Back from the dead...
Back when keeping pet hamsters was cool, guess what? Yes, we had a hamster. As was the usual course of events it eventually passed away. My sister discovered his lifeless and motionless corpse when she attempted to sequester him for his morning exercise routine. She was only about 7 at the time so the whole traumatic experience made her quickly become overcome with emotions and she rushed off in tears to fetch my dad. My dad,ever the consummate professional when it came to matters which required emotional integrity, displayed his usual sense of decorum and consideration by announcing on arrival at the scene of the dead rodent, "Mmm...yes it looks rather dead". Sensing my sisters complete and utter dismay and the current turn of events he then deigned to console her by saying, "Don't worry, we'll bury it when I get home from work". The exact words my sister then howled through her snot and tears escape me now, but they were suffice to say sufficiently moving to have my dad move the funeral forward some several hours to the morning.In fairly short order a funeral procession was making it's way out to the garden being lead at the front by a dead hamster majestically perched on the end of a small garden spade.

A burial ground was chosen post hast and we all watched as dad, who was resplendent in his work suit and shocking pink tie, got to his knees and dug a small hole to dispose of our most recently deceased family member. The rodent was unceremoniously dumped into the hole as the musky smell of the malboro hanging from dads lips drifted across the mourners.Dad's curt "Right!", pretty much signalled the end of the burial and we all shuffled back inside to start the difficult and unloved task of getting ready for school.

The death played on my young mind for some time after that, but by the time I had my school shoes on most of the grief had subsided. When I arrived at the school gates and had a quick game of footy I had all but recovered my composure and by the beginning of first break I had all but forgotten we even had a hamster. The crushing realisation of the sudden tragedy that had befallen our family was brought back into my consciousness in a surreal and creepy manner when I returned home that afternoon.

My sister found the corpse of the hamster on her bedroom floor not far from the scene of his former home. His dirt covered body lay motionless on the floor. Seemingly back from the dead was he trying to make his way back to his cage? My sisters poor mind exploded into implausible howls of confused tears. We all rushed to the scene and for the briefest of moments the logic of this whole surreal event threatened to elude us. However, as this all unfolded our dog Benji quietly slunk out of the room and was scarcely to be seen for the rest of the day.
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Thu 14 Apr 2011, 9:35, 6 replies)

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( The Mock Turtle ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Thu 14 Apr 2011, 9:51, closed)

Reminds me of that story
A family's dog leaves the very dead corpse of next door's pet white rabbit at the back door. The family are horrifed, but know that the neighbours are away for a couple of days, so they bury the bloody, shredded corpse, buy a new white rabbit from the pet shop, and put it back in the neighbours' hutch.

When the neighbours come back from their holiday they rush round to the family with the rabbit in their arms: "Look, look! Benji's come back to life! He died in his sleep just before we went away, and we buried him in the garden, but he's come back to us. It's a miracle!"
(Smale is stuffed, Thu 14 Apr 2011, 10:02, closed)

i like this
I was about 8 when my first pet Hamster died, Saturday morning.

I was a bit upset, but quickly took the opportunity to get my pen knife out to see how the little critter worked. My mum wasn’t sure if she had spawned a potential scientist or serial killer.
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Thu 14 Apr 2011, 10:13, closed)

I thought this was going to be about hibernation
We had several hamsters when I was little (life was cheap in our house) and when one of them carked it it quickly became standard practice to lay them 'in state' in the kitchen, wrapped in a tea towel for a few hours. In this time a few of them would miraculously 'come back to life' as hamsters can go into a hibernation state from which they need to be defrosted. Sometimes we'd put them on the radiator.

This is one hundred percent true, but writing it down makes me feel like our family may be a little weird. How did we discover this in the first place? Was our house really littered with hundreds of small furry bodies in various states of 'warm' as I am now picturing?
(muppers, Thu 14 Apr 2011, 11:02, closed)

Just a hamster
We had a number of hamsters and inbetween chuckling fitfully at your story, I was able to reminisce a little. One of ours met his end by being sniffed at by one of our cats. he was an ace escapologist and one evening he managed to get out and sprinted across the lounge carpet, only to be challenged by our siamese cat. She didn't attack him but, being nearly blind, the sudden appearance of an enormous would-be predator was enough to blat his ticker. Anyway, that was what my mum said, in reality he probably got shredded by the fuckers.

My kids had a hamster which died two years ago. Of all the animals we have ever had I reckon he was the best judge of character. He didn't bite anyone. Except the mother-in-law. Five times. Arf.
(mersault, Thu 14 Apr 2011, 12:48, closed)

They do not hibernate in the traditional sense
However if their body temprarture drops to certain levels they go into a state called torpor. We used to give our hamster a spot of whiskey, that would wake the bugger up. The old man is not the sensitive type but I always remember being eternally greatful for bringing back Arnie from the 'dead' 3 times. I suspect most hamsters get buried alive :\
(bROKEN aRROW PUA HVI Master, Thu 14 Apr 2011, 13:06, closed)