heres my story.
when i was younger i was walking outside when i found a box.
i opened it and i saw a bunch of dead mice.
i was soooooo sad and went inside and told my mum.
i put them in the rubbish bag outside.
my mum was walking past the rubbish bin and a furry little bundle jumped out and landed on mum.
she guessed what must have happened.
i called the mouse scardey.
i raised it and loved it.
then one day
"mum do you know where scardy is?"
"no darling ssorry."
i cried and cried for ages!!!!!
but then a few days later "aAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!
i rushed outside to see my dad hopping up and down on one foot looking ridiculas with scardey hanging off the end of his sock!!!
i took her gently off and fed her poor darling she was STARVING!!!
heres what happened.
she must have hid in dads shoe!
i raised her for several years untill she peacfully drifted to sleep in my arms and never woke up.
18 years, 8 months & 30 days ago
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my frined had a old gerbil (he was 5 i think) and he died in his ball will he was walking. she also had two rats (they where lovley) but when got cancer and died, a week later the other one died too, the vet told them it was because they where brothers, and had been together for over 3 years in her house, so it got too lonly and died. she now has two more rats, their not as nice (and cute) as her first ones. she also has two more girbiles, each time i go there i try to hid them in my poctet lol
