Eulogy of the little rat in the corner

Last night, when we returned from our trip to Athens and Commerce, Sharon discovered that her hampster "Sweet Pea" had died. She was buried last night at the opening terrace of the green house to the left of the door so that Sharon could have a memorial to her. I know I have always said that she was a pain in the ass, but as I was digging her grave I couldn't help but think that she never bit me as she did Sharon, She always sat up in my hand as I held her, and as Sharon was cleaning her cage she would always come to me while running around in her ball. I'll miss you, you little fuzz ball .