Last night. January 7th.
My sister left me with the chinchilla.
I thought he needed a bath, I placed him in the bathhouse.
I looked away to clean up a bit.
He escaped.
In fear of the dog eating him in the hallway, I ran to catch my baby.
I stumbled.
My foot fell.
He twitched, I shrieked.
I picked him up, his mouth open he kept twitching.
His spine misplaced.
I began crying hysterically and screaming.
He died in my hands. His eyes open.
That was the end of my beloved Chinchilla...
It's true. I cry everytime I enter the room, talk about him, think about him. Everytime I enter the room I pray for him, and send a kiss to the empty s