Dear Mukka,
I just want to tell you that I love you. All of the family does. I’m so sorry that your last week alive was to be so weak and tired. I wish you didn’t get a tumour. Although we tried our best so it would go, but it was persistent. I still have some very fond memories of you. When we first brought you here and you were just so unbelievably cute. I couldn’t stop wanting to pick you up and hold you. And when I put you in the pocket of my bathrobe and tried to show you to mum and she started yelling to get you away from her. But you won over her heart too. I remember you biting the cage and made you look like a “nanna”. Or when you bit me on my left finger on the day of my annual oral examinations and made me yell a lot. And how you turned looking furious with a look that said, “I dare you to defy me!”
Or when mum used to go see you and grab you, I used to tell her to bring you over. You were irresistable. I loved how you looked when you sat down with your feet in the air. Or when you sat on my hand on November 10th looking like a pope.
I don’t care if in the last month of you being alive you suddenly grew a tumour. But what I do care is that it consumed you. One thing I’m glad for is that you died peacefully. I’m glad that you came into our lives and I’m glad for every bite, sniff, or scaring the hell out of me when you snuck into my room.
I love you, and always will. I hope to remember you for the rest of my life and after life and I hope to see you when I die. We miss you, and I will cherish every moment spent with you. You were just a little dwarf hamster that just had to be loved Mukkiiiiiiiiiiina.
Always,
Reb.
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good luck too on ze exams =]