I got you as an early Christmas present.
I remember mum calling me upstairs into her bedroom and there you were, sandy coloured and white, dad always thought it looked like you were wearing trousers. Your tiny black eyes gazing up at me, you were mine.
I was so excited that I had a hamster! I told everyone that night at the concert I was singing at. You weren’t to share, but I did of course, you were mine.
You were so small! You fit into the palm of my hand. I was so scared to hold you in case I hurt you, you looked so fragile. When I eventually did let you into my hands, you felt like you belonged to me and you did.
We’ve had some funny times you and me, us. You used to do the monkey bars across the top of the cage; I’d be laughing for hours! Twice you escaped. The first time you made it all the way up to mum and dad’s room! Because you’d escaped, we put a lock on your cage but did that stop you, no. You decided to climb through the tiniest gap, your food bowl was sticking a little bit out of the cage so what did you do? Yep, you climbed through it! But we found you, can’t remember where though, think you were behind the sofa.
I've just got to say, I’m so sorry for not caring about you as much as I should of, with all the studying, coursework, revision etc I guess I forgot that you needed to be played with and cared for. I was a bad mum to you and I’m sorry. I’m sorry about the lumps in your ear and about your foot. I guess I probably couldn’t of prevented those but maybe if I’d paid more attention to you, I would of realised and we’d of sorted them before they got bad.
Pip, you were an amazing hamster, you stuck it out till the end and gave it your all. You were fun, funny and very entertaining to watch. I will always love you my baby boy. Rest In Peace.
