Toast

You may have come into this thread looking for a bit of insight regarding a breakfast food...unfortunately, you'll get nothing of the sort. At 4:03 PM, on Tuesday, November 12, Toast, my pet hamster, was pronounced dead. Toast was found to the side of her wheel in an odd position. Upon further investigation, it was clear that the body was lifeless and the hamster was no more. Death is assumed to be due to old age, as she was approaching 2 years. Toast is survived by Orgazmo, and met on the otherside by the two shark fish, The Reverend and Big Tymer, as well as Fuzzball, a docile hamster who met his fate this past summer.

For those who had the privilege of meeting Toast, it was clear that she was in a league of her own. Never did Toast bite a friendly hand, although she did have a tendency to nibble upon the flesh of hands that disturbed her slumber (that fucker Trout Sniffer can attest to this, he got tagged like a bitch). As a creature of minimal intelligence, Toast made the most of what she had, devoting every waking hour to trying to get free from her cage (by knawing on the steel reinforced bars that ensnared her). Now she's free to run wherever she wants, even without her ball. God Bless you Toast...God Bless you.

[tonguegina]

This truely is a sad day. That little bundel of fur was almost like a friend's pet hamster to me. I'm gonna miss that fucker...lets have a moment of silence, maybe with those trumpet players from the convo, you know, the ones that sounded like ass...

[Combat Chuck]

I can hear them now....*snicker*

[Trout Sniffer]

This really is a sad day. Nobody wanted to see Toast go. Although she did "tag" me a few times, it was only because she didn't want to be disturbed at the time, and it was evident that she meant no harm, and only wanted left alone. I had the pleasure of meeting Toast many times. She was a great hamster, without a doubt, in a league of her own, and no hamster will ever come close to beeing as cool as Toast. I believe this deserves a moment of silence for Toast.

I really appreciate those words, Mr. Sniffer. Thank you.

For anyone interested, Toast is buried in my backyard. If you wish to visit to pay your respects, you're more than welcome. Thank you for your support.

[StDx]

Orgazmo-
I know that I've already said a few words and all, but I'd still like to extend my deepest condolences to you and yours. my offer still stands, if you want to take over care of Larry, he's yours. times like this bring back the good memories of Toast... how I always called her 'him' to slightly piss you off, how she would roll her little ball right underfoot (and never on the fucking hamtrack), how I dropped her when she was but a wee hamster, and many other times I would get into now, but the tears are clouding my vision. be strong Orgazmo, Toast is waiting for you on the other side. I plan to pay my graveside respects this coming tuesday.

[This message has been edited by StDx (edited November 16, 2002).]

The memories. That is what Toast has left us, the simple but loving memories. She was a good hamster...no. She was a great hamster. She left nothing but joy to those that came in contact with her. While some of the memories that you mentioned (poor use of the Hamtrack, for instance) simply bring a smile to the face, others (you dropping her) probably contributed to her demise. Either way, I don't hold you responsible, I hold nothing responsible save time. Either way, we may not have Toast's literal Mammary, but we do have her memory. Remember all of the times that you called me "Richard Gere"...implying that I used Toast as an anal pleasuring device? Yeah, those times were all pretty funny...fucker. Anyway, Toast is gone. I'm sure that as time presses forward, her memories will deteriorate until all that remains is a small figment in the back of our minds. God bless Toast, and Rest In Peace.