R.I.P. Margarita!

Ive always wanted a hamster ever since I was in kindergarden but my parents never would let me get one. So the day I turned 18 I went out and got one. I named her Margarita and everyone loved her. I made my parents feel bad that they never let me get one before that because they would hold her as well. She died on St. Patrick's day in her food bowl...the sad thing is our family is all about the Irish pride and I have a four leaf clover tattoo on my ankle. I have this horrid thing to remind me of her now all the time. isn't it ironic?