Last night I went to my room, as you do... I went to check up on little Penfold, who was recovering from his cold. I peered through the bars of his cage, and immediately I knew something was wrong.
Why? Because his little body wasn't moving.
So I looked closer, and found that he wasn't really moving at all. Just slumped there, seemingly asleep.
I moved away his tunnel-toy, which he had next to him. He didn't jump.
I pulled his bedding. He remained unstirred.
Finally, I touched him. Just gently. This was enough to confirm my belief: He was dead. Stone cold. I picked him up to have a look at his little dead body. His body and head were stiff, but his legs were still floppy, so I guesstimate his time of death was no more than 3 hours before I came up to see him (about 10:30).
What I find so terrifying is that the day before, and the day before that, I was taking pictures of him. I took about 130 photos, but I had no idea he was gonna die so suddenly. But - He was fine the day before yesterday! Put him in his hamster ball, he ran around, and he was just fine!
I'll post some of the pictures up here soon; I'm on a skool computer right now (Ahem...). We have another hamster, who was going to be Penfold's mate (shut up! I had a good reason!), her name's Marzipan, because of her colour. She adored Penfold and followed him everywhere, and now she's on her own. What a shame! But, I won't hate her or shun her or ignore her or anything. Quite the opposite - I'll take care of her as much as I can, almost obsessively, if I must.
Well, all good things must come to an end.
Last of all, I shall place a quote here that's on a little keyring that I was given, by my dentist, also yesterday (Don't ask, long story, too long to write here now and it'd spoil the mood anyway):
If you can't change something, change the way you think about it.
# Bobbin slithered back into the shadows at 12:13 PM
