In a bad mood, a hamster in the family died, the youngest in a litter, and was bullied by his brother since he was a child, so he spread his hands and squeaked with his stomach up, so he let it go. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It is the smallest of the litter, half the size of its older siblings, and the most vocal. Every day, I just want to eat my stomach, and then squat in the corner and doze off. The two pink slender little paws drooping on their chests and sleeping in a ball are very cute.

It's about time to come into heat, and today his brother has never bitten it so badly. It used to scare it, and it never saw blood, otherwise it would have been separated a long time ago. And today it was bitten all over blood, and the skin at the back end of the tail was torn open with a big gap. When I found it, it was as cold as ice, and I was about to lose my breath. I put it on my stomach and held it. After more than an hour, the warmth came, but it still died.

When he died, he opened his mouth, as if he yawned, and then fell asleep, only never to wake up again.

I felt very sad for a while, and I felt that there was actually no justice in heaven and earth, and it was nonsense that kindness could be rewarded. Natural selection of the fittest to survive, even if it is a litter of brothers, they can bite to death. And the murderer is comfortably occupying a cage, gnawing on food, and there is no loneliness.

Five minutes before I died, I took a straw, sucked some milk, and put two drops into its mouth, and it couldn't drink it, so it only smashed it a few times, but it also tasted the taste of milk. Because I couldn't swallow it, I had to suck up the excess milk in its mouth with a paper towel.

After I died, I didn't bury it, I kept holding it, gently touching its little body that was getting colder and harder. The first five minutes after human death are said to be conscious, and it is not known how much time the hamster has been until ten minutes later, when its body really hardens.

I didn't bury it, but put it on the trash can outside, and the wind was cold in the middle of the night, and it just cooled down again. There are wild cats there, which will turn over food and eat at night. Its death may be another chance for life. It's better to be alive, and it's dead to be dead.

Sad tonight, for a small and fragile life. There is nothing wrong with its short life, if there is really an afterlife, there is really reincarnation, I hope it will be reincarnated as a human being, because the vast majority of people are really too happy, much happier than animals, but many people don't realize it.