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This morning, my daughter found that her hamster, Tommy, had croaked. Distraught but a bit less than unhappy, she led me to his cage where i poked the dead furball...gently. no movement.
After removing him from his cage and placing him in a delux godiva candy box, there was a short, water-side service.
"Mom, i'd like to say a word."
"Sure, honey, what did you want to say."
"Tommy, was a good hampster."
The box was then summarily released so that Tommy could swim with da fishies.
Fair well, my little furball friend... may you find food in heaven, since im fairly certain you didnt find it here.

After removing him from his cage and placing him in a delux godiva candy box, there was a short, water-side service.
"Mom, i'd like to say a word."
"Sure, honey, what did you want to say."
"Tommy, was a good hampster."
The box was then summarily released so that Tommy could swim with da fishies.
Fair well, my little furball friend... may you find food in heaven, since im fairly certain you didnt find it here.
