I’d go out everyday and see them, pick them up and play.

One day, one of them stayed in the corner.  Just hunkered down and tucked his head in. The other would jump and play and stand on his little feet sniffing the air when I came over saying..”play with me! play with me!”.

I tried to engage the other one, but he just looked up at me in an I’m busy yet sad type of way, like he was left out of the fun and no one wanted to play with him.

I’d see him eat occasionally so I knew he wasn’t sick, but he’d just go back to his sad little corner and bury himself and his head back down into the cedar chips and kinda shiver.

Everytime I’d go to scoop him up, the other would rush over and jump on my hand, and snuggle in, and wanted all the attention, so I’d play with him.  I felt so sorry for the other little guy.

Then one day I come home and go into the garage, and they are gone.
No one was home and there were no cats around and I could not figure out what happened.

I fished around and it turned out that little frail scared hamster was digging a hole in the box while the other kept me busy.  The fuckers.

Moral: Just keep working even if you feel like a caged dying animal, for that’s the way out.

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