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"stepping out on my own"
Thursday, December 28, 2006
PAssing of a great hamster

Been away at Danny's place for the past few days for the hols, and sad to say, my darling Hammy passed away on Christmas night, or on the morning of Boxing Day. I'll always remember my dear hamster from the very first day I laid eyes on him, at Farmart, where he was the chubbiest of the 6-week old litter and I fell instantly in love with that little fella. Bought him in an instant,despite not consulting my parents first, and expecting the impending scolding to come.

He was one who ate a lot, loved his sunflower seeds and peanuts. He also followed me when I put him in the ball which he could run around the house in. The gentle darling has fallen and I miss that guy.

The poor fella died a horrible death, found in only his skin and bones. It's suspected that he was murdered and cannibalised by his ex-spouse, Baby, who recently moved in together with him again. It probably started as a fight, with the fiesty Baby winning and devouring Hammy. Survival instincts, I suppose.

I'm sorry for not being there for Hammy in his final days, and not being around to realise that perhaps something was up between him and Baby, and I probably could have prevented this mishap, but it's all too late now. All I can hope is that Hammy had a good life with me.

Always in my memories; farewell, loved one.