Rest in peace, little guy. You were just the friend I needed through those years. I love you.
You never ever let me be sad. You always knew when I was sad because you'd sit by your door and look at me until I went to pick you up. And you'd sit on my shoulder and lick my cheek or play with my necklace until I felt better.
I'm really glad you lived to be 4 years old without any sort of complication or struggle. I'm thrilled that you had a good life and went peacefully. I'm glad age took you and you didn't lose to an illness. I'm glad you proved everyone wrong when they said getting you was a bad idea because you were supposed to be a feeder rat. I'm glad you wouldn't ever bite anybody. I'm glad you were my first rat and I'm glad I got to have three amazing years loving you and caring for you. I couldn't have asked for a better friend.
Thank you for everything. Rest easy, my friend. Mouse. Because that's what I called you all the time.
You were the only other one he took so much of a liking to. If anyone else held him, he'd come back to me. But he liked to crawl around on you. I remember when you first held him. And how I gave you a treat to give him and you were afraid he'd bite you. But then you were all daws when you got to watch him eat it. Heh. You were my boys! I'm glad he gave us good memories.
He looks just like my Nimh ; u ;