when i was 8 years old, i got this cute,young boil of fur that was a hamster.his name was oreo.i had a very fun time with him for a year. but then after a year before my 10th birthday me and my dad started noticing something wierd about him.he was eating,but not drinking. that was just a normal thing about hamsters, they sometimes arent thirsty. then we noticed oreo's tail and around it was wet. then he didnt eat or drink.me and my dad knew something was wrong. i talked to my mom about it and she said he was fine until the next day.my mom was with us and we got some medicine.the next day passed. i was getting off the bus and into my house.i saw my mom and dad talking and they told me to sit down. my dad said that we got the medicine too late. at first i didnt believe my dad because he kids me all the time.so i asked my mom and she nodded her head. i knew that he died and i went to see him. he was wrapped up in a cloth. i didnt get to say goodbye. ive been grieveing ever since that day. hes buried outside my window. goodbye friend.