James Lileks reminices about a boyhood pet:
"How the hamster got out, I don’t know, but it’s a lesson; he had all the food he wanted, dry aromatic bedding, a wheel, liquid, and warmth, but he wanted freedom. So he squeezed through the bars somehow and died behind a fridge in the basement, like a junkie."
I never had a hamster, but I had a teddy bear that 'died' in the basement, but he wasn't a junkie.
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