that story is great. my first love was a large hamster named Teddy. we got him when he was itty bitty at a petstore, and we got him home, and i was 6, so i didn't have a cage for him. he slept in my bed with me the first week, and we really bonded. i know he was just a teddy bear hamster, but he was my best friend, and i will never forget the day i got him, or the day i lost him. i think he weighed over a pound, and he lived to be 6 1/2 years old, which is awesome for a hamster. i am convinced to this day that he lived so long because of good loving care, and his weekly chocolate cup-cake. (not the whole thing, just a few nibbles) after he died, i told my mom that i would never have another hamster as long as i live, but she got me Gabby, a tiny siberian hamster, which i hated with a passion, but my mom taught me commitment, even when the commitment is a 3 ounce ball of fluff that bites. after she died at age 3, i got Bailey(the dog), well, my mom got Bailey, and he was my new best friend. then i got Rose (the cat), Then Sammie(my other dog), Then Daisy(that poor chicken lived only a month, Sammie tried to play a little to rough with her.) then all the rabbits, (breeding rabbits is harder than it looks, espacially when you didn't know that the baby bunny you got from a pet store was SPAYED!). WELL that is my life story (a small part of it anyway).
talk to y'all later! Leah