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When we were kids, my older sisters each had a hamster. One morning, my sister woke up to find her hamster not moving. When she dropped us off for school, my mom told my sister that she'd take care of it. When she got home, my mom picked up the hamster in her hands, checking it over. It was warm, so she thought, it's probably sleeping. She picked up the book on hamsters that my sisters had bought and read that the hamster may be hibernating, along with some tips: Give it warm milk via a medicine dropper, rub its fur. It should wake up soon. After a couple of hours, my mom got really nervous. My sister loved her hamster. So my mom brought it to the vet. Upon picking up the hamster, the vet said, trying not to laugh, "Lady, this animal has been dead for hours". My mom still gets squeamish telling the story, 30 years later.
The funnier part of the story is that the next day in (Catholic) school, my sister was very upset about her pet and crying in class, and the nun who was her teacher told her that she shouldn't mourn animals because they don't have souls and they don't go to heaven, which set her off even more.
True story.
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