You may be wondering why I titled it this. Here’s the story.
So, a few weeks ago, I got a new hamster. She was so sweet, and she never bit me. It made me so happy just to get her out of her cage and play with her.
Then, the worst thing imaginable happened yesterday.
I was just casually sitting at the dinner table, working on my grammar, when my mom came up to me and said, “Skye, Rae told me that Cookie (my hamster’s name) just died.” I was devastated. I don’t know what I did wrong. I fed her, and played with her as much as I could, but she just died. I should have known something was wrong. That night, she didn’t run on her wheel. The next day, she was sleeping and moving like she was having a bad dream. I couldn’t wake her up. I kind of shrugged it off.
I can’t believe I took her running on her wheel for granted. I’ll never be able to hear that again. I’m sorry Christiana that I didn’t say anything about it to you.
I can act happy in public, but at night, I start getting depressed again. It should have known that it was too good to be true to have a perfect hamster like Cookie.
I didn’t get any pictures of her, but Rae posted a video of Cookie on Rae’s YouTube channel. It’s not high quality, but you get a good idea of what she looks like.
I always loose my pets early. Violet died after 5 months. I guess I should have seen it coming.
This post was on such short notice and probably has very many grammar errors, but I don’t care. I guess I just want the world to be aware that my hamster died.
Bye. Thank you for reading this.