My first pet was a hamster–Chewy was his name–and he was the cutest, fluffy friend I'd ever had. He ate yogurt treats, he ran on his wheel, and he'd happily sit in my hoodie sleeve while I did my homework. And although Chewy's lifespan was brief, he was the widdle baby who taught me to cherish all of my pets.
And unless you're in the woodlands of Eastern Europe you should never see such a floofy little rodent out there on his own. So when this runner discovered an adorable little rodent on the side of the trail on one of her runs, she knew he was way out of his element. Lost, alone, and attempting to forage for a snack, this hamster, which she fondly called Hammy, seemed to be at the end of his rope. That is, until this woman swooped in to save him, bringing him back to civilization to become an indoor hamster once again.