I didn't think I would have to write this so soon, but unfortunately my little buddy just wasn't himself these past two days - and after coming home from work today and seeing that he hadn't touched his food, I realised he'd just gone. I spent ten minutes pulling away bedding and hoping that he'd just shuffle out with an annoyed look, maybe even suffer my first bite from him because I'd woken him up - but instead I had to uncover him curled up into a ball and cold. It was simply as though he'd fallen asleep, but hadn't had the energy to wake back up.
I'm going to really miss him, and it saddens me that I have to switch my hamster's raised count back to 0.
My intentions for getting Sherlock were simply that I needed something to distract myself. I needed something I could put my time and effort into and to stop me worrying over certain things in my life, and even up until this point that's still the same case. But Sherlock helped me out even in such a brief expanse of time.
I'm going to miss small things like busying myself cleaning his cage, laughing at him when he monkey-barred to get my attention. I'm going to miss tickling behind his ears and having him scramble into every new place he found - and I'm going to miss having him coax a smile from me whenever everything else around me seemed to be terrible and worrying.
It's clearly been shown to me that no matter the size, the troubles or whether a comfort comes from an animal or a friend - because those two things co-exist.
Sherlock was and will still remain to be my little buddy, and I hope he rests well.
Sleep tight.
Sleep tight, Sherlock.
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