Butterscotch is tiny, and he takes up very little space. He uses very little air too, so why does he have to die?

He sometimes bites people, but that’s because he’s scared, and only once did he bite so hard there was blood. But that was because the evil doctor squeezed him and forced him to take a picture God, I don’t like to be forced to take pictures too, they make me look like an idiot.

When he was barely a month old, he spilled his water bowl, and I was angry when I came back. Then I laughed at him because he tried to clean up the puddle by dragging the tissue I had given him to make his bed, all over the spilled water. And he looked at me through those innocent eyes, and I knew I’d love him for a long time.

He’s sometimes picky with his food, but we all are. And he really is a very good hamster, with a teachable heart. I know he’s greedy sometimes, especially the time he stuffed so much food into his cheekpouch that it got stuck and he couldn’t take out any of his favourite nuts and the pouch tore. But he’s been better since, really!

He’s had the tumour, for almost a year now, and it become a bothersome burden. The doctor says it hurts him alot and when things gets worse, we should let him sleep.

I asked my friend where do hammies go when they die, and she said heaven. Then I felt a little happier thinking Butterscotch would be someone else’s pet. That he’d still have a nice, cozy home and be handled by warm, loving hands.

So Mr God, if you really want to take him home, could you let me let go slowly. And I hope he’ll be safe in your hands, and he’ll miss me like I’ll miss him.