Crouched in the corner of the cage
was a ball of fur,
fast asleep.
When he finally woke up,
its two black and beady eyes gazed back at mine,
my sister and I giggled.
The color of its fur was yellow
with a bit of brown,
so wee decided to name
our first pet hamster
Pudding,
He grew up fast,
a small ball of fur no longer.
Its fat, but cute,
and wobbles when he walks,
because he has short legs.
My dad made a collar for him.
So we can "walk him" like we would to a dog.
It never works.
He would just find a way to slip out of the collar.
Let himself loose to room the house.
He is the longest-living hamster I know of.
Two and a half year. Almost three.
But we could tell it was getting older.
He is not as energetic and has lost patches of fur.
His eyes looks a bit blurry.
His senses not as sharp.
I knew we would loose him soon.
He seems to know so too.
On that uncommon day on the 22nd of April.
Pudding came out of his cage again after refusing to do so
so many times before.
It roomed around the house,
making sure he gets to every corner.
At night, as he was making his way outside of the house,
he got stepped on.
He did not die
yet.
He opened his weak eyes,
to say his last good bye.
My mother rush to the doctors,
so he can have a less painful death.
Yes. He left.
After more than two years.
Our very first pet:
Pudding.
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