Dear Reader,
Much more time has passed. Poor little Sammy is dead. I know what dead is - you stop moving and then you disappear.
I wonder if he ever was a happy Hamster. Perhaps he was when he was eating. I know that he had bad dreams; I used to hear him squeaking in his sleep.
From the way that the Pets carried on, you'd think it was me that died!
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