Awwwwww..
Moses is so adorable it makes you wanna cry…

Hope he is safely in hamster heaven, eating all the cucumbers and smelling all the flowers he could ever wish for….

What a cutie…..

Hannah W. – so sorry about your loss. Your little pets have brightened my life considerably. Moses has been on my desktop in the mountain pink ever since that picture was posted, adding a little joy to each day. I’m sure Cheeps was glad to see him.

Beautiful!
Those pics are amazing.

Good night, sweet Prince,
and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Hannah W….So sorry to hear about Moses. But now he can join Cheeps in animal heaven. Thanks for sharing him with us via pictures.

Hey everybody… its Hannah W. (I took the pictures.)

I’ve gots some bad news for everybody.
Moses died
Don’t worry, it was peaceful, he died in his sleep.

So therefore, no more pictures of Moses will be avalible.
But good news! He’s in the cuteoverload calender with cheeps!

In case anyone is interested, that plant is called phlox subulata. Blooms in the sprink-tiem with de tulips and daffies.

How about
How can the bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing:’
Hear can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his youthful spring?

O! father & mother, if buds are nip’d
And blossoms blown away,
And if the tender plants are strip’d
Of their joy in the springing day,
By sorrow and care’s dismay,

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appearr
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the mellowing year,
When the blasts of winter appear?

ah yes, berthaserv. i do believe i wrote more than one paper on Mr. Herrick’s lovely poem during my exceedingly long career as an english major.

i’m pretty sure i used it as an excuse for bad behavior on more than one occasion, as well

Oohh, Ashagato, my favorite, favorite poem…..

Although, given the way my life has been recently (and Moses’ losing his friend), I prefer:

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.