Hamster's story

My earliest memory is of waking up in a confined space underneath a massive old-style Bush television and hearing a voice.

It was someone calling to me, I was rescued and life began. From darkness into light. My life had been saved.

Before this I was unconscious, trapped in some sort of coma or deep hibernation and there was only blackness. I did not have long to go.

Gratitude

This resurection I owe to the person who saw me there and called out to me. He is called Uncle Alan. My gratitude is beyond bounds and I love him forever.