My mouse died during the night. I watched him suddenly grow old this past week. I could literally see him become an old man before my eyes. I guess time speeds up for a tiny mouse; mine lived two years, the normal life span of a pet mouse. In the wild, I guess a mouse has so many dangers to face, two years is a miracle.
I learned in those two years how special it is to love a mouse. And it is possible for a mouse to “love” me. He waited each morning for his tiny crumb of cookie, right up to yesterday, he struggled and fell back three times trying to reach for that crumb. I knew he was dying; but his will to live paralleled any man’s.
I think a mouse is a wonderful pet for a child. In two years, that child learns love, care…
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