We own a hamster. It isn't MY hamster mind you, it's my little cousins. My cousin and her family went out of town for a week and it was my responsibility to feed and water the hamster. I never really liked it. It always bit me and stunk really bad. I gave it food and water the day after they left and then I just...forgot about it... Roughly a week later I remembered and gave it more food and water. It drank and ate like I've never seen before. Again, I forgot about it. This morning I remembered and checked up on it. Laying on its side, not moving and nothing but bone, I thought it was dead. Upon picking it up in my hand, it gasped for air and moved its front paw slightly. I panicked and did everything in my power to save the poor creature. I began giving it water through a dropper, drop by drop. After each drop it would stick out its tongue and take it down. I then rubbed a bit of honey on its lips which it again licked up weakly. After a few minutes its breathing began to regulate and it was laying in my palm, curled up and breathing slowly. I continued to give it water every minute or so and was beginning to think I had saved it. However, after a minute or so, it's limbs started to tighten up and its entire body started to writhe. I watched, completely helpless as this innocent creature died in the palm of my hand. I've been bawling for the last hour over my sheer laziness and negligence. My laziness caused an innocent creature to suffer and wither away, all because I "just didn't like it".

I understand how terrible that is now and if I could take it all back, I would. I'm sorry little guy. I'd switch places with you if I could...