It’s never easy when a pet dies—they are considered members of the family.

After 31 months of loving him, we knew Fudge was more than just ailing…he stopped using his wheel, he stopped eating and drinking, his skin got so dry that his fur started to lift off his body (all over—even his face), his walking was unsteady, his breathing was labored, and he slept a lot.

But, oh how he loved being cuddled and gently stroked! It seemed he was smiling when he looked at us but we could see his eyes barely opened as he lifted his head and sniffed.

I know you are in heaven, Fudge, and in the arms of another child who is showering you with love.

We will miss your great personality little dude! You were a great pet hammie and friend—especially to Sca who entrusted you with her deepest secrets. (Thank you for licking her tears when she was sad.)

Can you see the light of her candle burning for you?

Can you see, through her tears, the stories she is writing about you?

“I remember when…”

And can you hear her song and see her drawings?

She loved you so!

Melanie Hack
Author of Who Killed My Sister, My friend
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