I once had a mouse named reynaldo; sadly she died. Two years ago I adopted two mice to fill reynaldo's cage, malora and my little raisin. Malora was the first to go, she was the best little mouse. Fat mouse (aka little raisin) and I had a few months to ourselves and I got very attached to her. Last week fat mouse died. My heart is broken. My little companions are gone. They lived a long and good life; they loved each other and I would like to think they loved me too.

I adopted another mouse to keep the little raisin company in her last days. She is a wild and crazy mouse, and she hates me. She has no name, and she will never compare to my three pets I loved so dearly. Perhaps crazy mouse and I will learn to love each other, but for now my apartment feels sad and alone with out the fat one.

RIP
Fat Mouse
Malora
Reynaldo