Yesterday, she was so happy, a little bit too happy. She was playing all day. She would not stop. Let's not forget, hamsters are nocturnal. So for her to playing all day was a little odd.
This morning I woke up and went over to Mocha's cage. She was laying down, and I thought she was just sleeping. She was laying on her side with her eyes semi- open. I started to pet her, and noticed she wouldn't get up.
I picked her up, and she still wouldn't get off of her side. I switched her to her other side to make sure that she didn't get hurt, and she looked fine. When she breathed, you could hear something click. I read that the sound is phlegm in your hamsters' lungs. It scared me.
I made the conclusion that she died from a stroke. She died in my hands. She stretched out really big, and curled up. That was her last breath.
Rest in Peace Mocha <3
You are in a better place, and I'm glad the suffering didn't last long.
P.S. I will still continue to blog, don't worry. I do plan on getting a new hamster, although not to replace her, but instead in remembrance.