Name: Various. Usually, they all fall under the general category of "Hedgie."
Purchased by: Various. This has been an obsession of mine since I was born, as some of these pictures show.
Story: Big Brother is a terrier, so he loves to catch and chew up rodents. So, he's always had a Hedgie around the house, even if they only last a few days.
Cause of death: Massive internal hemmorraging. Despite Mom's efforts to patch them up, they just can't seem to keep their innards inside. It sure doesn't have anything to do with me, let me tell you that.
Time of death: Every 5.8 days, a Hedgie dies somewhere in the Puddy/Snoufer household. Please, don't give. Don't save them. They deserve it.
Favorite memory: When my human grandma gave me and Big Brother a Hedgie for Easter, it had a velcro stomach that had three perfectly-sized eggs inside that make a terribly loud and terribly cool ruckus when you squeak them. Big Brother and I try to get the harmony down, but we're still working on it. Best part? It came with two extras, so when we finally figure out how to kill one, there's a backup! Neat, huh? Somehow, this one tends to find its way in the toy box a lot. I guess Dad must not be too fond of my symphony of squeaking.
13 hours ago