EPTOn June 26 2012 12:36 SeeKeR wrote:
My hamster story:
Back in 4th grade, our class had a pet hamster. His name was Scooter. He was the cutest thing in the world. I literally squealed like a wee little lad everytime I saw him.
Every week, one student got to take Scooter home to care for him. I was absolutely ecstatic when it became my turn. I was so excited as I brought Scooter home in my mom's car. (I was too scared to go by bus so I called my mom and told her to pick me up) My mom wasn't so thrilled about the idea of having a hamster in the house but she saw how happy I was and allowed it.
Anyways, we get home, and I was so jumpy as I brought him into my room. I immediately took him out of his cage and began petting him and cuddling him. He was THE CUTEST MOTHERFUCKER EVER!!! Scurrying up and down my arm, running around the room as freely as a hamster can. I laughed like crazy and was having the time of my life.
My brother came home from middle school later and met Scooter. Just like me, he fell in love with Scooter instantly. We had so much fun creating obstacle courses for Scooter. We used tissue rolls, books, our desks, etc. etc. It was the greatest time ever!!! (important thing to note: my mom never allowed pets, so having Scooter was like a gift from God for me and my brother)
As the days went by I just kept getting sadder and sadder as I realized I would have to take Scooter back to school soon. We had a little ball that Scooter would run around the house in. That ball was so awesome. I loved chasing Scooter around the house while he was in that little ball. (only downside was the ball needed holes so that Scooter could breathe. Which meant his poop would fall out of the ball and I'd have to clean that up often) But apart from that, Scooter was like my and my brother's best friend.
I loved taking care of him. I loved feeding him and giving him water. I loved watching him run around on his wheel. I just loved watching him. Whether he was doing something or staying still or sleeping, it just didn't matter. I loved Scooter.
Then the week was up. I had to take him back. Stifling all my tears, (my brother didn't cry since he wasn't as young as me but he sulked a lot) I brought Scooter back to class so that a different student could take him.
I remember how much my heart broke as I handed Scooter's cage back to my teacher. It was the hardest time of my life...... I lost the only pet I had ever had the chance to take care of.
Years later, I talked to my 4th grade teacher and found out Scooter had died. I cried. I cried tears of sadness because I missed him. And tears of joy because at least I got to take care of him.
Goodbye Scooter, you were amazing
My hamster story:
Back in 4th grade, our class had a pet hamster. His name was Scooter. He was the cutest thing in the world. I literally squealed like a wee little lad everytime I saw him.
Every week, one student got to take Scooter home to care for him. I was absolutely ecstatic when it became my turn. I was so excited as I brought Scooter home in my mom's car. (I was too scared to go by bus so I called my mom and told her to pick me up) My mom wasn't so thrilled about the idea of having a hamster in the house but she saw how happy I was and allowed it.
Anyways, we get home, and I was so jumpy as I brought him into my room. I immediately took him out of his cage and began petting him and cuddling him. He was THE CUTEST MOTHERFUCKER EVER!!! Scurrying up and down my arm, running around the room as freely as a hamster can. I laughed like crazy and was having the time of my life.
My brother came home from middle school later and met Scooter. Just like me, he fell in love with Scooter instantly. We had so much fun creating obstacle courses for Scooter. We used tissue rolls, books, our desks, etc. etc. It was the greatest time ever!!! (important thing to note: my mom never allowed pets, so having Scooter was like a gift from God for me and my brother)
As the days went by I just kept getting sadder and sadder as I realized I would have to take Scooter back to school soon. We had a little ball that Scooter would run around the house in. That ball was so awesome. I loved chasing Scooter around the house while he was in that little ball. (only downside was the ball needed holes so that Scooter could breathe. Which meant his poop would fall out of the ball and I'd have to clean that up often) But apart from that, Scooter was like my and my brother's best friend.
I loved taking care of him. I loved feeding him and giving him water. I loved watching him run around on his wheel. I just loved watching him. Whether he was doing something or staying still or sleeping, it just didn't matter. I loved Scooter.
Then the week was up. I had to take him back. Stifling all my tears, (my brother didn't cry since he wasn't as young as me but he sulked a lot) I brought Scooter back to class so that a different student could take him.
I remember how much my heart broke as I handed Scooter's cage back to my teacher. It was the hardest time of my life...... I lost the only pet I had ever had the chance to take care of.
Years later, I talked to my 4th grade teacher and found out Scooter had died. I cried. I cried tears of sadness because I missed him. And tears of joy because at least I got to take care of him.
Goodbye Scooter, you were amazing
My grade 4 class had all sorts of pets/animals too. Guess what the teachers name was? + Show Spoiler +
Mr. Rabbits
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I was so sad i was crying for days on end
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