I remember three years ago, when I was sitting at Panda Express waiting for my food. Michael told me to check my phone, and sent me a text message with a photo attached. The photo was you as tiny little baby Oshwald. "What should we name him?" was the text. I was so excited that I started tearing up right there in the restaurant. You were on the other side of the state, and I had to wait a few days before I could pick you up. We made sure to have everything prepared for your arrival. We bought your cage and filled it up with fluffy paper, we bought you a tiny little igloo house, a nice water bottle, and got you tiny little bowls for food.
When I brought you home, I remember having a box and a blanket ready, fastened with a seat belt in the front seat. I was terrified when I first held you. I didn't want to squish you because you were so tiny and so fragile, but you also were very pokey. When I took you into the house, I let you around on our kitchen floor to explore your new home. I was scared that you would somehow crawl under the fridge and never come out to see me, so I watched you very carefully.
Taking care of you during nursing school was probably the best coping mechanism that I had. Caring for you required a lot of patience and calmness. When I was frustrated or angry, I would try and play with you, because I would automatically calm down (for fear of being stabbed). I loved giving you little bubble baths, and I hated clipping your tiny little nails. I loved cuddling with you. I loved how you would find the smallest space under my tummy and just curl up and sleep. People don't think that hedgies make great cuddle pets, but you are a better cuddler than your sister Ami!
Oshy, you're the reason me and your daddy have bedtime stories and crazy make-believe personalities for all of our little animals. You were the master of everything! With your magic quill, you have conquered so many things. You have flown over dangerous waters, and defeated bunny cartels, and have saved your sister from countless attacks. You, my son, have a dojo of coolness. I hope that your transition into hedgie heaven was an easy ride. Your legacy will live on with Okami.
We love you so much Oshwald. I wish I could cuddle with you again. I love you baby boy...
RIP Sir Prickleberry Oshwald Blooregard