On my fifth birthday, I recieved my very first hamster. I named him Andy. I loved him! We did everything together. We watched TV and I carried him around in my pocket. I even tried to brush his teeth.
One day I woke up and ran down stairs to play with Andy. I blew on him and he didn't move. Then I shook his cage. He still didn't move. I finally stuck my hand in and picked him up. He was cold and stiff!
Andy had died. I cried and cried. My dad made a coffin for him and that day we buried him under a pine tree. We even had a tombstone. Dad told me that Andy was in heaven. In hamster heaven there is a HUGE field with lots grains for hamsters to eat. So, I felt better.
That same day, I went up to my grandma's house. She looked me and said, "So, I hear your hamster died."
Me, "Yes, but he went to hamster heaven."
Grandma looked me square in the eye and said, "No he didn't. Your hamster went to hell!"
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www.quincygirl.deviantart.com (Hamster art and photos)