[h.Beth]

Monday morning, at about 5 o'clock I was woken up to hear my boyfriend's mother yelling that one of the hamsters got out and was dead under the kitchen table. Sure enough when I looked at the cages, my little girl, Ringo, had chewed out of her cage and one of the dogs had gotten ahold of her. I was so sad. She used to be aggressive and tried to bite but we could not be mad at her, we loved her no matter what. I'm glad to have known her.

She used to climb on the bars of the cage and looked like a monkey so we nicknamed her 'Ringutan' like orangutan.

We would also laugh when we pet her while she was in heat because she stuck her tail in the air and wouldn't move, we'd call it "searching for signal".

I hope she is doing well with my little boy, Stan, at the Bridge.

They will both be forever in our hearts. <3