I was about to feed both my hamsters at 11am, but when I got to hammy 2, I realised he wasn't breathing. I then slowly lifted his body into a shortened toothpaste box and filled it with some of this favorite pellet food, padded the interior with tissue paper and wrapped the whole box up in white paper.
I then carried him to the park where I previously buried Skinny, and armed with a yellow plastic scoop, I made 2's final resting place.
Good night 2. I'm sure Skinny's waiting to show you around the excellent playground he's found.
posted by stark @ 12:11 PM
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I have one of ur hammies left and two of ur annoying gmeems. hobs.
just the other day i was taking simba out and on there ground, there were a couple of bashed up hammies and one lying apart from the mutilated ones...
my guess is they died and a cat dug them up from the trash. Or crows.
next guess is, someone killed them and then a cat dug them up from the trash. Or crows. what are the chances of 3 hammies dying together, right?
i wanna find the fuckwit who killed the hammies and have a cat eat his/her face. *grrr*
protect Hamster2's grave!
hopefully, the cat will find more entertainment with the flower laid on hammy2's grave, than with poor hammy2's soul-vacated body.
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