Knuckles Red
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My hamster, you guys...he's dead.
I woke up this morning and went about my usual routine.
Before leaving my room, where Priscilla's cage is located, I gave a cursory glance over to his cage and saw, what I assumed was, a sleeping Priscilla.
A few hours ago, I went to check on my hamster, Priscilla, to see if there was anything he needed.
Hamsters sleep during the day, so I was just planning on putting some food in his bowl, and some treats in his cage for him to wake up to later on tonight.
As I approached Priscilla's cage, and looked down, I nearly pissed myself out of shock.
Priscilla was dead. I thought he was sleeping, but now I could tell he was dead. His legs were sticking straight up, feet bent, and there was no movement.
He wasn't breathing.
I looked closely at his testicles, which hung low, and they weren't their normal, happy, rose-colored selves. Instead, they were a sad, purple color...and were cold.
I purchased Priscilla near the beginning of the lockdown because I was lonely and longed for companionship. And now I am alone again, it would appear.
I would talk to Priscilla about everything. Politics, music, games. Everything. Now I have no one to talk to.
I've already chosen a box and made arrangements for his burial. I've been crying, on and off, all day, and am really beside myself right now.
Priscilla is dead, you guys. This is really tough for me. I wasn't expecting to get this emotionally attached to a hamster, but...here we are.
I just bought him a fresh new box of his favorite yogurt drop treats, and will now devour them myself. Out of honor and respect for Priscilla.
I love you, Priscilla. We all do. You've helped us all. Goodbye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end. But in my heart's a memory. And there you'll always be...
I woke up this morning and went about my usual routine.
Before leaving my room, where Priscilla's cage is located, I gave a cursory glance over to his cage and saw, what I assumed was, a sleeping Priscilla.
A few hours ago, I went to check on my hamster, Priscilla, to see if there was anything he needed.
Hamsters sleep during the day, so I was just planning on putting some food in his bowl, and some treats in his cage for him to wake up to later on tonight.
As I approached Priscilla's cage, and looked down, I nearly pissed myself out of shock.
Priscilla was dead. I thought he was sleeping, but now I could tell he was dead. His legs were sticking straight up, feet bent, and there was no movement.
He wasn't breathing.
I looked closely at his testicles, which hung low, and they weren't their normal, happy, rose-colored selves. Instead, they were a sad, purple color...and were cold.
I purchased Priscilla near the beginning of the lockdown because I was lonely and longed for companionship. And now I am alone again, it would appear.
I would talk to Priscilla about everything. Politics, music, games. Everything. Now I have no one to talk to.
I've already chosen a box and made arrangements for his burial. I've been crying, on and off, all day, and am really beside myself right now.
Priscilla is dead, you guys. This is really tough for me. I wasn't expecting to get this emotionally attached to a hamster, but...here we are.
I just bought him a fresh new box of his favorite yogurt drop treats, and will now devour them myself. Out of honor and respect for Priscilla.
I love you, Priscilla. We all do. You've helped us all. Goodbye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end. But in my heart's a memory. And there you'll always be...
