Recently, while we were on vacation, a big storm hit our house. My brother's hamsters (Bree and Barney Calhoun - yes, we named the hamster after a video game character) and his guinea pig (Timothy) got stressed, caught a cold and died. Timothy's death hit hard on all of us, especially my guinea pig (Timothy's brother), Benjamin. I remember when we'd take both of the pigs out and the only way Ben would move is if he was following Tim. When Tim first died, Ben was searching around for him. It was really sad. I have three hamsters. A mother and two of her daughters. My brother's hamsters were the father and the three-legged son. Well, Shasta, the mother hamster, is getting old. She's getting kinda sick and she's got a big tumor on her belly. She's not acting too much different, but I hate to see her this way. But what's neat is that Shasta's daughters, Argentina and Totoro, groom her where she can't reach. It's neat how they take care of each other like that. I don't thing Shasta will last much longer. She is getting pretty old. It's getting to be that time that every pet owner dreads.