I saw his limp body and tears formed in my eyes immediately, I ran into my Mom's room hysterically crying, screaming that Buddy had died. In that moment I realized…. It was his time to go.
She handed me a hamster box. The one I first brought him home in and said "We'll bury him tomorrow. Under the porch so the landlord won't see. " I nodded, wiping tears on my sleeve. "There's never a right time to say goodbye, is there Mom?"
"In life, there are thing's that we won't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to learn but have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go."

A story for Buddy.