What a crazy story? Don't you agree i mean it's just a hamster:S?!
Question: A Girl’s Best friend
Milkyway, My Love, My Listener, and My Friend
I feel that friends will always walk in and out of my life. As I’ve gotten older and matured I’ve realized that only true friends will leave footprints in my heart. Their footprint will represent to me an unforgettable and remarkable gift they have left behind for me which I shall treasure eternally. Milkyway was one of those friends who has now left me physically but will remain in my heart spiritually and mentally. The memories I shared with Milkyway were the gifts he left behind for me to keep safe in my heart forever.
On August 24, 2004, ten days after my birthday I received the best birthday gift from my parents I could ever ask for. There sitting on my lap in a green and gold cage, curled into a ball of black and white fur was my hamster, Milkyway Rocky Road Campbell. Milkyway had tiny warm black eyes that made my heart melt into a warm mush of happiness. He had soft black and white fur like a cow and tiny pink paws with white long nails attached. Just by looking at him I knew I was going to be deeply attached to this animal. Every Sunday I would let him roll around on my floor in his little blue ball after I had changed his caged. He would get very excited and stand up on his round little hind legs when he would hear me approaching. Sometimes when I would not let him roll around in his little blue ball he would try to break out of his cage. His plump body would push at any crack in his cage he could find or he would use his sharp yellow teeth to naw at the metal that restricted him from freedom. On the occasions that he did escape I would feel immediately concerned because I worried he might hurt himself. However eventually I would find him scurrying around in some area like a big ball of dust rolling about.
“No, Milkyway your not suppose to be out right now! You are so wicked!” I would whisper fiercely to him when I would gently scoop him up into my hands and walk him back to his cage. I knew he understood exactly what I said because when I talked he listened and stopped wiggling about and stared at me with tiny warm black eyes that made my heart melt.
On hot days I kept him inside a room with all the windows open and the fan spinning on the highest speed. He would crawl into his tiny castle inside his cage and slowly drift off to sleep. He reminded me of an overly adorable tiny baby. I couldn’t help but spoil him. I would feed him anything he desired and watch him gobble it down in small tiny pieces. Watching him feel satisfied after a good meal made me feel like a proud mother knowing she’s doing a wonderful job of taking care of her child. I was there for Milkyway almost as much as he was there for me. I remember one day I had come home from school and felt awful. I was about to lock myself in my room when I turned around and saw Milkyway starring at me. Straight away my anger began to fade away. I smiled at Milkyway and took him out of his cage and placed him upon the floor. I watched as he happily ran around my fingers and sniffed at each one. I told him all about my day and why i felt so awful. Milkyway never gave me any advice or even really paid me any mind. But him just being there and being so innocent and cute made my anger disappear and be replaced with joy.
For four years Milkyway had been my love, my listener and my friend. But on November 16, 2007 Milkyway passed away. I clearly remember the night before his death when I looked at his cage and watched him drink his water. I squatted down to his level and cooed at his beauty but I never told him I loved him. I buried him in the front of my yard, where I can see from my window. As I dug his grave with a rock I stared at his limp body. He died inside his castle, his head tucked deep under his body and his pink paws looking a light orange. As I rolled him out of his cage into the soft warm earth, I felt my eyes start to sting with tears. I covered his body up with the soil around and placed a big rock above his grave marking it. Staring down at the grave where I had just buried my hamster, I let my tears fall into the brown soil and I said a prayer asking God to send Milkyway to a place where he can be eternally happy. I walked backed inside, my heart heavy and had a long talk with my friend who was spending the night. She help me to come to grips with the fact that some part of Milkyway is gone but I still have a part of Milkyway that he left with me right here in my heart.
Answers: A Girl’s Best friend
Milkyway, My Love, My Listener, and My Friend
I feel that friends will always walk in and out of my life. As I’ve gotten older and matured I’ve realized that only true friends will leave footprints in my heart. Their footprint will represent to me an unforgettable and remarkable gift they have left behind for me which I shall treasure eternally. Milkyway was one of those friends who has now left me physically but will remain in my heart spiritually and mentally. The memories I shared with Milkyway were the gifts he left behind for me to keep safe in my heart forever.
On August 24, 2004, ten days after my birthday I received the best birthday gift from my parents I could ever ask for. There sitting on my lap in a green and gold cage, curled into a ball of black and white fur was my hamster, Milkyway Rocky Road Campbell. Milkyway had tiny warm black eyes that made my heart melt into a warm mush of happiness. He had soft black and white fur like a cow and tiny pink paws with white long nails attached. Just by looking at him I knew I was going to be deeply attached to this animal. Every Sunday I would let him roll around on my floor in his little blue ball after I had changed his caged. He would get very excited and stand up on his round little hind legs when he would hear me approaching. Sometimes when I would not let him roll around in his little blue ball he would try to break out of his cage. His plump body would push at any crack in his cage he could find or he would use his sharp yellow teeth to naw at the metal that restricted him from freedom. On the occasions that he did escape I would feel immediately concerned because I worried he might hurt himself. However eventually I would find him scurrying around in some area like a big ball of dust rolling about.
“No, Milkyway your not suppose to be out right now! You are so wicked!” I would whisper fiercely to him when I would gently scoop him up into my hands and walk him back to his cage. I knew he understood exactly what I said because when I talked he listened and stopped wiggling about and stared at me with tiny warm black eyes that made my heart melt.
On hot days I kept him inside a room with all the windows open and the fan spinning on the highest speed. He would crawl into his tiny castle inside his cage and slowly drift off to sleep. He reminded me of an overly adorable tiny baby. I couldn’t help but spoil him. I would feed him anything he desired and watch him gobble it down in small tiny pieces. Watching him feel satisfied after a good meal made me feel like a proud mother knowing she’s doing a wonderful job of taking care of her child. I was there for Milkyway almost as much as he was there for me. I remember one day I had come home from school and felt awful. I was about to lock myself in my room when I turned around and saw Milkyway starring at me. Straight away my anger began to fade away. I smiled at Milkyway and took him out of his cage and placed him upon the floor. I watched as he happily ran around my fingers and sniffed at each one. I told him all about my day and why i felt so awful. Milkyway never gave me any advice or even really paid me any mind. But him just being there and being so innocent and cute made my anger disappear and be replaced with joy.
For four years Milkyway had been my love, my listener and my friend. But on November 16, 2007 Milkyway passed away. I clearly remember the night before his death when I looked at his cage and watched him drink his water. I squatted down to his level and cooed at his beauty but I never told him I loved him. I buried him in the front of my yard, where I can see from my window. As I dug his grave with a rock I stared at his limp body. He died inside his castle, his head tucked deep under his body and his pink paws looking a light orange. As I rolled him out of his cage into the soft warm earth, I felt my eyes start to sting with tears. I covered his body up with the soil around and placed a big rock above his grave marking it. Staring down at the grave where I had just buried my hamster, I let my tears fall into the brown soil and I said a prayer asking God to send Milkyway to a place where he can be eternally happy. I walked backed inside, my heart heavy and had a long talk with my friend who was spending the night. She help me to come to grips with the fact that some part of Milkyway is gone but I still have a part of Milkyway that he left with me right here in my heart.
very sad indeed. i also cant forget when my pet cat died. after that i have stopped keeping pets since when they die its veryyyyy painful to the heart.
Sounds sad, but I mean, it's just a hamster.
Iwas in the mood for jokes.
I was prepared to read a joke, but since you were so ingnorant to place a sad story where the jokes go, I guess I have to ignore it since there are so many of you inconsiderate and stupid assholes.
The first rule in writing is know your audience.
You freakin' amateur. I am pissed because you wasted my time.
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