my hamster died. little lucinda, soft and crazy haired transexual that he/she was. lu was two years old.

i bought him senior year, when i decided that after eighteen years deprived i really needed a pet. far more interesting than a fish, he never bit. also when he ran away, he never ran far.

now, it seems as though he died like an old man. he slowed down gradually, spent more hours tucked away, hidden. retreated. when his breathing seemed especially shallow kelechi and mrs. webb wrapped him up and whisked him away to the vet's. there was nothing they could do.

pathetic as it is, his passing reminds me of my grandfather's. slow and quiet.
if you stopped and just looked, you would have seen it coming... but i never do.