When Momo misses me, she doesn’t cry—she reaches out and gently pats the tiny paws I preserved for her. 💔✨ From a beloved hamster who used to sprint on his wheel at 2 a.m. to this forever-sleeping sculpture, every whisker is still in place. I spent 12 hours sculpting the form, hand-painting the pads, and positioning those signature “please-feed-me” cheeks so Momo can still feel his warmth every time her fingertips brush his fur. Swipe to see the before-and-after—yes, that’s the same little guy