I am bawling my eyes out because my pet mouse, Smouse, died today.
She had loads of personality - always climbing on things, hopping, exploring, building weird little nests out of Rave magazines, nibbling my boyfriend’s nose, eating cheese IN HER TINY MOUSE HANDS and being adorable.
I’m mainly sad for my other mouse, Peach, who is her sister and must be very lonely in her cage. They played a lot together.
I know a lot of people don’t care for mice, but I really loved that mouse like if she was a dog or cat. She was so small and helpless and sweet, how could you not?
RIP Smouse, hope you’re eating wheels of cheese bigger than my house and exploring a world of blankets up there in mouse heaven.