To my dearest cotton,
Seeing your tumour getting bigger and bigger by the day, i cry for you. I don't know why my sister has to buy you and pamper you but ignores you when she's busy. Feeding you a spoon of food whenever i see you dash towards the gate when you sense me walk by. Waking up when i'm just sitting there, staring at you sleeping while curling up like a furball. I treat you like my own. Youre simply the most adorable hamster i ever seen/had. I hate you poo on my hand, bite my finger with your tiny lil teeth and stink up the whole area with your pee & poo. But watching you fall and not being able to stand up again, really breaks my heart. Although i don't own you, but youre still a pet in our home, me and mom always takes care of you, feeding you and even talk to you like a retard. I hope your cancer tumour would heal by its own or at least reduce the size and allow you to live longer.. But i was thinking whether are you suffering every single day?

I ♥ Cotton!

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