Everyone has a pet or a relative that has died. The day my hamster died. Autobiography by Aliyah Gil

Everyone has a pet or a relative that has died.

My pet’s death takes place on March 13 ,2003. my sister Madison was feeding my hamster Gus, while I was cleaning his cage. Marc my brother was giving Gus water. Madison asked me if she could play with Gus. I said to put Gus in his hamster ball. So she did. Then Marc asked if he could play with Gus. I told him to ask Madison. Then i took Gus and put him on the carpet. He followed us every where except for downstairs.

I came back to my room and found Gus dead in his ball, and no one was in my room. “ Mom, mom,” I yelled “ either someone killed Gus or he died himself.” “He probably died by himself ,” my Mom said . I told my dad and he said the same thing my mom said.

Then my godfather “Nino” came over. I told what happened. “dig him up,” my Nino said . I said, crying “okay.” I brought Gus still in his ball sticking his tongue out. Dad Nino So my Nino dug him up. I was crying for a long time when I stopped.

I asked , “Marc, do you know what happened to Gus? “ “No! “ he said. Then I was thinking Madison was the only e playing with Gus. I asked , “Madison, do you know what happened to Gus ?” “yes,” she said “I choked him , with my hands. “ She started to cry.

we replaced Gus with gold fish, but a pet’s death never ends. This story is dedicated to the memory of my hamster, Gus. Gus r.i.p.