Poor Jud is Daid

Well, not really poor Jud. More like Poor Punkie Jr. Here's the story. All the way back from the very beginning. Last year in November my roommate Donna and I decided that we wanted a pet. I figured a Hamster would be good cuz we could hide him nice and easy like if there was a fire drill (which is almost every night at FDU) or whatever. So we went to the pet store and bought us a hamster with all the trimmings. Donna and I agreed on the only one that was awake and running around like a mad man. Well we brought him home and I went to take our new addition out of his little "live animal" box and the bastard hissed at me! So then I decided to name him Fucker cuz thats what he was. Anyway, 3 days came and went and Fucker was dead. Nothing I did mind you, he just up and died while I was at work one day. So I called the pet store and they gave me a new hamster free of charge. I went in and picked out a new hamster (without donna this time) and I picked out the CUTEST little red hamster. Well I brought her home and put her in the cage (which I cleaned very good after the last one). Since the hamster had red hair and so did I, I named it Punkie Jr. (cuz my nickname is Punkie). Well Punkie Jr. got on real good and as the semester went on she got fatter and fatter just like pets who are loved by their owners do. Then off we went, home for the summer back to upstate NY and she was still happy and fat...getting fatter because my mother likes to feed her cheese. Now here I am preparing myself and my little hamster for my departure from the country in September. I wrote a nice list of things that had to be done to properly care for Punkie Jr. in my absence so that my parents could take proper care of her and made sure that she knew that even though I wasnt there I would still love her (shut up, you all have pets you love too). So September 2nd came and I got on a plane and flew off to England which is where I am now. I would call home every weekend to talk to the parentals and of course check on my pet and I am doing this for the past two months and every time I get "Shes great, played in her ball, ate some cheese, running on her wheel" and then this past weekend I ask again and my mother says to me, "I cant lie to you any more". Apparently my hamster died in the beginning of OCTOBER and my parents chose not to tell me until the beginning of NOVEMBER!!! WHAT THE HELL!! WHO DOES THAT!!! She procedes to tell me that my step-dad felt so bad that he was going to go out and buy me a new one...like I am an 8 year old. I think I would notice if I left and my hamster was red and came back and it was black and white or something!!! So anyway, to make a short story long, my hamster is no longer on this earth. She has gone up to that great big hamster wheel in the sky. I guess its ok, but its very sad to lose your pet when you are in another country, no matter how small it is. Anyway, I am handling it but Bob (That was Punkie Jr.'s uncle) is very distraught. He loved "Jamal Jr." as he called him (Fucker was "Jamal") and was upset by the news. All I can really say is at least this one got a proper bruial because poor Fucker got tossed in a garbage can because it was snowing and the ground was frozen when he died. Well that is my homage to my poor dearly deceased hamster. I love you P.J.! Thats all for now I guess. Hasta la vista, Baby!