My Hamster

My hamster

My hamster died yesterday.

I miss my hamster running on his wheel.

I miss him everywhere

He lay  right on his favourite place.

A hole.

We sure had to throw him away, but I don’t want to.

I don’t want to cry, I miss him.

He means friendship to me.

I don’t want to forget him because he means alot to me, and now I am lonely without him.

But when I saw him, his hands and legs are all black.

Now all my happiness are gone.

I miss him everyday.