My little Max...
...passed away yesterday. I knew he was an older hammy and didn't really have much time left when I got him, but it still hurts. Heck, I spent much of last night bawling.
I know that I gave him a good life while he was with me and that he died peacefully in his sleep. Max was curled up in his little igloo where he usually sleeps when I found him, cold to the touch. I tried to get him to move but there was no reaction...and when I picked him up, I knew.
I had to move his cage out of my bedroom last night because looking at it hurts. The ground is hard right now so burying Max right away isn't happening, but I am going to be looking at getting him cremated or finding an alternative that works when living in a rental...I'd feel horrible leaving him behind in the ground when I eventually move.
I swear I can still hear the squeak of his hamster wheel...
~fangirl of AdvancedFlea~
RIP Plaidman...you are already missed...
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