Rich Gifts Wax Poor When Givers Prove Unkind

Two days ago I awoke to discover that a recurring character in the sitcom of my life had passed on.



Ophelia the Hamster was one damn good hamster and will always be remembered as such.

“There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.”

Queen Gertude, Act 4 – Scene 7, Hamlet

On the death of Ophelia (My hamster’s namesake)

Rest in Peace, Ophelia. You’re with #24 now…

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7 responses to “Rich Gifts Wax Poor When Givers Prove Unkind

  1. Au revoir, dear Ophelia. Have fun in hamster heaven!

  2. rest in peace dear lady, but keep yer’ eye out for the caveman wherever you go…

  3. I’ve avoided reading this today, as I’m in a hyper-emotional state for some unknown reason. What a sweet, sweet tribute.

  4. Rest in peace, fair one.

  5. Sorry to hear it, man.

  6. Aw, sorry that she’s gone. šŸ˜¦

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