A Hamster Tale

We bought Cassidy a hamster for her birthday. We took her to the pet store and let her pick the one she wanted. She picked a cute brown one and appropriately named her Cinnamon. We set her up in her cage in the kitchen and she happily adjusted to her new home. She was so nice, she let us hold and handle her and she never tried to bite us. Cassidy loved to sit at the cage and talk to her. One night after we were letting Cassidy pet her she didn't latch the door. The next morning she was gone. John heard her under the stove, pulled open the stove drawer and there she was! She had to have fallen off the shelf to get out but she seemed fine. Thankfully Maya was asleep in our room and didn't realize what had happened. About a week later the girls were in bed and John and I were downstairs watching TV when we heard a sudden racket upstairs. John went up to investigate and discovered Maya with Cinnamon in her mouth, shaking her like she was a toy. She dropped her when she saw John and the hamster hobbled to safety under the stove. We got her out. She was bleeding and shaking but still alive. We put her back in her cage and hoped for the best. She stopped eating and just laid in her corner. She seemed to be dying a bit more every day. I felt sick over it. I wanted to put her out of her misery but couldn't bring myself to do it. Last night, 3 days after the attack, Cinnamon died. John disposed of the body, the cage is back in the garage and it's like she never existed. 28 days.   We could only keep her alive for 28 days. Thankfully our track record with kids is better! Also thankfully, Cassidy doesn't seem too upset over it. She's already asking when we can get another one. I think we'll take a break before we attempt that again. Dogs and hamsters don't mix.
RIP Cinnamon.
It was nice knowing you.