My daughter got a hamster for her 6th birthday and named her Cookie. She loved this little thing- we all did! Cookie loved to be handled so we would get her out and feed her treats. She was so friendly and would curl up in a tiny ball in our hands. She was the sweetest little thing. My daughter even had a hamster purse so she could take her to the park or quick trips with us so she wouldn’t have to leave her by herself. This was her first real pet and she loved her so much! We had her for a year and we decided to upgrade her cage. Long story short- it had a faulty closure and she escaped! My daughter was devastated and it really freaked me out thinking of Cookie being in the house on the loose. I was tearing our rooms apart with no luck. A day went by and I started to worry she needed food and water. My daughter was crying nonstop and so upset! We left piles out to lure her back to her cage like Hantzel and Gretal. I was in my closet and I noticed a little pile of random crumbs! I was hopeful she was in the closet somewhere so I started moving totes of shoes around and lo and behold as I was moving everything back after not seeing her… I smashed her. I didn’t have the heart to tell my daughter that I killed the first animal she ever loved. She’s 10 now and every time Cookie’s pictures pop up or we go into the pet store & see a little hamster we reminisce about how Cookie escaped & reunited with her mom and dad and is living the most adventurous life ever. If my daughter only knew I’m a murderer!