Day like This by Jonathan Sharp
The sun was out, I was just sitting watching a show Ant and Deck did about eight years ago. I was having some tasty toast and the birds were singing. Usually I would be perfectly happy but there was something different that day. That something was that may family's pet hamster had fallen ill, really ill. We were all very worried about him so my mum had taken him to the vet and we were just waiting for her to come back and we all feared the worst.
I can still remember getting him. We all looked at the pets and hamsters for sale and we decided to get Annie. We got home and named him. I actually wanted to call him Hannie the hamster but at that age I had trouble pronouncing my H's.
My brother (Andrew), my dad (Richard) and I, could just not relax because we were all so worried about Annie. "I hope he's all right" I said. "So do I" sighed my brother. My mum came in. We all feared the worst. She said that the kindest thing to do was to put him down because he was very old and in a lot of pain. Tears clouded my eyes. I just could not believe it. Annie dead. He seemed as fit as fiddle a few days before today. I was only five so I felt really really depressed. Everyone else also seemed very sad but they took the news a lot better than me. I didn't feel much like eating toast or watching T.V.
Later on that day we all buried him in the garden. I just stayed quiet because I didn't really know what to say.
We had another pet, only a little puppy at the time, called Naomi. Who got on surprisingly well with Annie the hamster, so it wasn't as if we had no pet to keep us all company but Annie's death still was a very tragic event.
That day I thought that probably wouldn't want a hamster now days since Naomi who was just a little puppy at the time of Annie's death is now fully grown and very energetic so my family and I always have our hands full of looking after her. It would not really be fair on the dog if we had to look after two pets at once but more importantly I would think of Annie's death when I would see him.
I also was constantly thinking that I should have handled him more and not have taken for granted as much as I did.
I hope one day I will forget about the day that Annie died. If I got the chance to wipe a memory of one day from my mind then that would definitely be the one I would choose to forget.
Now though I have gotten over the death of the little hamster and now I don't think of Annie's death when I see a hamster but I still miss him.
