My hamster Liam Neeson passed away last week. He was almost 3 years old, which is at the top end of a hamster's life span. It's been strange not seeing him in his cage and hearing him wake up to have a drink throughout the day, to running in his wheel at night. I found it difficult to sleep for the first few nights after he died, mostly because when I closed my eyes I couldn't see the life in him that I had known.
He was a lovely companion to me, and this post is just to say a final goodbye. In heaven you'll always look chubby, have all the carrots you can eat and will be able to run around in your ball whenever you want, without ever hitting any obstacles.
Love you hammy!