My Favorite Possession
My favorite possessions were my pet hamsters, Lunar and Cola. I got them in seventh grade and they died during the summer when my dad put them outside when it was 98 degrees. It was too hot for them and they went to the big squeeky ball in the sky. Even thought they are dead, I still think of them as my favorite possessions.
I remember when I got them in the winter, 2006. I didn’t buy them in a store with money but my friend gave them to me because her hamster had babies. I picked two out, one for my brother and one for myself. I placed them in the tank that I got for them and drove home. On the drive back, I named the fat hamster Cola and the skinny hamster Lunar.
I immediately loved Cola. He was a dwarf hamster with gray and white patches. He had black beady eyes and puffy cheeks. Cola had snow white whiskers that brushed over my skin whenever I picked him up. Cola didn’t like going in the wheel and often was found eating or sleeping in his house. He was adorable and he was my own.
Lunar was Cola’s brother. Lunar was skinny and fast. He had the same beady black eyes but his fur was not as soft as Cola’s. Lunar had dark Grey and Grey patches on his back and a white stomach. Lunar liked to run on the wheel and enjoyed to go in the hamster bowl. Lunar was my brother’s hamster and my brother still hasn’t forgotten that his hamster is missing.
Cola and Lunar were the first pets that I didn’t kill. They were the first animals that survived more than half a year in my house, which is a first. They were also the first pets that I got to take care of all by myself. I cleaned their tank, changed the water, refilled the food bowl, and took them out. When I cleaned their tank out for the first time I was disgusted and was filled with aghast. The bedding was wet, and there was bits of food everywhere. I hated to clean it but it had to be done.
After taking care of my hamsters I learned responsibilities that I could not have without them. I leaned to care about them and that it was my fault if they did something wrong. Without them I wouldn’t be as responsible and caring. That is why even thought I don’t have them anymore, they are still my favorite possession.
 Baby Snow Leopard · Fri Nov 14, 2008 @ 10:52pm · 0 Comments |
