my girl had a hamster when she was young. came in her room one day, hamster dead. she cried and buried it. found out ten years later it was her mentally deranged sister who had a fit and threw the hamster in the roof a few times, making it rebound on the floor, killing it rather dead. a few years ago we got her a new one but it died of cancer within two days, got her a fish tank after that goddamn.
I used to put it in the middle of a pillow and then pull both ends at the same time so it flung little cantona into the air like a gymnast, i then used to catch him back on the pillow..
but one day his routine went wrong as he flung through the air forward rather than upwoulds. and hit himself on a door handle and died isntantly...
he had a massive lump on his arse where he had landed, so i told my familly it must have died of bum cancer... they still believe this to this day
God that took alot of courage