I miss my mouse...

They had a talent show here at school. In one of the skits they used a live mouse. After the show I, the pathetic animal lover that I am, asked the guys who had done the skit if I could hold it. They said yea, and got it out. I was coo-ing over it and petting it when they started talking about what they were going to do to it since we can't keep them in the dorms. It was awful. I was really upset. No way I could stand there and let them talk such horrible deaths on an innocent little mouse. Ultimately, I got them to let me keep it.

I named him Algernon.

He was everything that kept me sane. After a long day of classes and homework he was there. He would wake up just as I was getting ready to prepare for bed. I would free him from his pen and we would play for hours. My Algernon was soft and warm, and alive. I love him.

So for a while, I had a contraband mouse living in our room. I went to walmart and bought him a pen, food, water bottle, even some toys to play with. My roommate claimed she was ok with letting me keep him. I knew that it was against the rules to keep anything but a fish in the dorms. And yea, if my RA had found out I was keeping a mouse I would have been in deep shit. Honestly I didn't care. I was actually thinking about getting another mouse as a friend for him.

When my roommate suggested we try to give him away I should have realized that she had lied about what she really thought of him. She said we should find a good home for him. I wasn't too concerned, most people don't want a pet mouse. Regardless I put up posters in town and the local school advertising everything for free as long as my precious mouse-y got a good home. No one called. Oh sweet success...

One day I was cleaning out his pen and needed somewhere to put him, so I took him to the bedroom thinking my roommate would like to hold him for awhile. She freaked, yelled at me, telling me to get him away from her and screaming that she never wanted to see him again.

It upset me. Was this mouse I loved so much worth straining my relationship with my roommate. I decided no. I let him go. And it hurt so much. Almost two monthes later, here I sit still thinking about him. He's probably dead. And it is my fault. I want him back. I want a second chance.

Oh how I miss my mouse...