My dear hamster, Pleky, died quietly in my hands of two fairly quick strokes at 2:30 am.
He was old but he lived a good life. I was lucky to have had a very healthy and kind hamster. The ever-pensive looking hamster chilling in the corners of his cage, nibbling broccoli or a piece of cheese. He used to come to the door when I'd call his name. Of course looking for yogurt drops. I'll miss him running around my apartment in his running ball, following me around. I'll miss how he'd nap on my stomach as I'd pet him gently behind the ears. I'll miss how we played tug of war with his chew sticks or how he'd clown around and climb on the ceiling of his cage upside down. His cage is now empty, and it's pretty depressing. I'm all alone now.
It would have been his 3rd birthday around now. I buried him in the yard on the side of my parents house (where Ziggy "Digger Dog" doesn't go). My dad even said some of the kaddish for him.
Habs just lost their smallest fan.
