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We had a hamster for about 9 months, and one son was suffering so badly that I had to keep it out of the house. I tried to find another home for Elvis, but no one wanted him, so one evening I took him way out into the woods and let him go. I'm sure he was some creature's dinner in a matter of hours, but my son was very, very miserable around him. I still feel guilty about it. My mother gave me loads of shit about it -- but she didn't want him, either.
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