... sob... sob...
His name is not important. It was a long time ago and my memory fades but I do remember our short relationship and it's abrupt ending.
Perhaps he didn't like the attentions I lavished upon him ... my oversolicitous, persistent ardor. I intruded on him often and without warning. I disturbed his routine; his comfort; his sleep. And then one day he bit the hand that fed him.
Without a moment of hesitation or even a split second of thought, I flung him away. He hit the wall and slid to the floor, lifeless and inert!
Do I still feel sorry over my heartless reaction? Yes, I do. He didn't deserve my swift revenge.
He was my hamster and I done him wrong.
February 3, 2006