Today, Hoppie died. He's been with us 4 months now. Ever since its birth. We've been observing each and every one of the hams until we know their traits and personalities so well. That was how Hoppie's name was given. From young it has an ability to hop very high up and is known for its bubbliness.
But this morn, I spotted it just lying there stiff, its upper body all covered in dried blood. Countless flies resting on its lifeless body. We should have separated it and its aggressive brother. But then again, we didnt expect this.
Our hams population is now reduced to 16 of them. Yet another appeal; Anyone of you wanna take one or two of them in? Before ALL of these innocent ones suffer the same fate.
Gone is Flower's best frd. They were so inseparable. Gone is Mom's fave ham, the small yet very lively one.
Im so guilty, so angry.
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Emotion's killing me.
Why does everything just have to go wrong. At this same instant.
I feel like just giving up on everything. Run away.
