Our lovely boy was pts this morning, the vet diagnosed a brain tumour.
He was our first hamster, we'd had him 18 months and he was so affectionate and sociable.
He came out for play every evening and loved to scramble about on the sofa, or in his ball or playpen.
He'd climb up and down dh and me, and was utterly fearless (he seemed to know we'd always catch him).
He was only ill for a few hours before we took him to the vets, but we're devastated, I can't believe how attached I was to the little guy.