Boris is dead. I found him this afternoon after work, curled up in the chips. He finally came out of the tube. I wish I had been here. I know that he was only a hamster, and his brain is the size of a dime, but it makes me sad that he died alone. I guess he wasn't alone, Chekov was here, but I doubt he was very comforting, especially since he was climbing over him to get to the water bottle. At least he didn't try to eat him.
I'm SO sad. How is that even possible? He was a hamster I've only had for a few days, not even a week. I just feel like I shouldn't have taken him. If I hadn't, he'd still be alive and fat and happy. I just hope that Chekov will be ok.
I'm retarded for being so sad over a hamster.
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Awww Lacey sweetie. You did the best you could and at least Boris had a home for a short time and had someone love him as well. I am so sorry hunny and you are not retarded. He is not only a hamster, he was your hamster and we get just as attched to them as we do to people we care about. I am sending all my hugs to you. I am sorry! T is sending all her hugs as well. We are both glad we at least got to see him.
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