Dear Simone,
Hammy died. While I was at work. I wish I held him as he left. I wish I could hold him again. Just one more time, and give him kissies. My grand-hammy. He waited to say bye to everyone, to pass.
My sister asked me how I know for sure. I know he’s dead foreal. He was stiff and not moving and his body was turning purple. His eyes wouldn’t move, and he wasn’t breathing. I put him on my shoulder and nothing. If he was alive, he would’ve come up from the dirt already. He died with snacks in his cheeks and a poop on his butt. He looked peaceful and like an angel. He was a happy little guy. He was still trying to move around like normal. I’m Sad.
He never saw it coming. And I wish I was buried next to him.
Dear Simone 
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