I had a bird, when I was 20 or something and he flew around all the time. One night I came home and I saw him sitting in the corner by the window I had left ajar. I'd put him in his cage but the next morning I noticed he had droopy, squishy shit. By noon he was dead. I cried my eyes out; he was only 6 months old!
I also had a hamster two years ago. B and I went to Greece one summer and Ollie, my roommate would feed him and stuff. When I came home I found a note, saying the hamster went AWOL and that he left food on the floor for him. I panicked and B, like a true boy scout, followed the hamster's droppings. We found him stuck, with diarrea all over his ass in the little round hole of a dossier like this:
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I have ornithophobia so I can't really share your joy of owning a pet bird, but I'm sure it's a fine creature!
I was reading this, and when I got to the hamster part , my mind hopped ahead a bit & I thought oh no, I hope she didn't find a little suicide not written by the hamster. now that would make me sad if one of my pets did that.
it is really sad when pets die tho and you never forget them
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