goodbye, Smoky Bear:( by Bernadette Maertens

goodbye, Smoky Bear:(

by Bernadette Maertens

One morning, I went out to feed my brother's hamster, Smoky. When I checked on him, he was all swollen and had diarrea. "Mom, come quick!" I said frightend. When my mom came, she gasped and said she would call the vet right away. I was breathing hard on the way to the vet. When we finally got a room in the vetrinarian's office, the vet took a look at him. "It looks like he has colic". She said. So they gave him a shot to hopefully make it better. The next day, I checked on him again, and he looked worse. His bottom was bloody this time. So we took him to the vet again. This time, they gave us this stuff we have to force through his mouth. It was called: Critical Care For Herbivores. We tried it for three whole days, and it didn't work."Smoky Bear!" said my little brother, Isaak. "No! Don't say that! It makes me sad!" I said. My mom said we should put him to sleep. I begged her no, but there was nothing I could do. Four days later, I woke up. I checked on Smoky. He was GONE!!!!! I gasped for breath. Had he escaped from his cage again? Wait. It was all clear now. Smoky had died. I looked in the fridge, and saw a paralyzed Smoky, just sitting there. "Smoky Bear! Said Isaak. "Yeah. Smoky Bear." I said quietly, a tear or two running down my face.

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