When I was 8 I used to have a pet hamster that I really loved. Once in a while, though, I’d be really mean to him for no reason. I’d put him in his little running ball and spin him around to try to make him dizzy, or put him in the bathtub to make him swim. I tried to breed him to a girl hamster once, but it bit him on the chest. I was afraid to tell my mom what I did, so I kept quiet. He ended up getting a huge abcess on his chest and dying soon after. I’m sure it was my fault. The hamster i tried to breed him to turned out to be a boy.
