In the year and a half I had her, I could always count on her to cheer me up. She always listened and never judged, which is what I need. I have been expecting her death for a while now, but I never let that deter me from holding her and staying close, when I could have just backed away to spare my feelings.
I feel so weird to be saying this about a hamster. She was my first hamster, and I couldn't have asked for a better one. I am truly devastated that she is gone, but I will remember that there was nothing I could do... and that she wouldn't have lived so long if she wasn't happy with me.
At 25 years old, I never thought I could cry so hard over an animal. I hope that I'm not weird.
I will bury her tomorrow... with a new Canna Lily bulb... because I think she would have enjoyed it.
Here's a picture. Rest in Peace, Fatty.