Those who read my blogs know I brought home a baby mouse this past weekend. He only lived one full day, and peacefully crossed during the night.
I named him Mr. Bumbles, in remembrance of a dear friend, whose birthday it was that Sunday.
Heartbroken, I wondered if I should get another. The pet store worker had been especially nasty to me, you can read more at my blog from two days ago.
So, my husband drove me to another more distant pet shop to find another mouse to comfort my heart and fill the new cage that forlornly sat empty.
The pet display cases said…….new ones coming soon…….
So, my husband drove me even further away to another store………I didn’t want to meet that nasty worker again at the shop close to me and didn’t want to bring another baby from that same litter who might carry similar illness.
We walked to the small animal display case and a bunch of white mice slept huddled in their plastic cave……while one light brown one reached her paws on the glass to see me.
Her breathing was very heavy……from living with animals all my adult life, I worried about this……it wasn’t a good sign.
I sat there, watching her and worrying about bringing her home and facing the same heartbreak as the days before…….
Finally, after about twenty minutes, she was then sleeping, still breathing very hard…..I said to my husband…..I can’t keep taking the sick ones…..it is too hard on my own heart…..
So, we walked to the car. I said, don’t go……let’s just sit here for a while……..
My husband turned and said……Are we going back in???
We went back in…….my husband got the worker and asked about her. I voiced my concerns about her health…..he said it might be stress, a little black and white mouse was sold the day before…..She was the only different one now; perhaps, the bunch of white ones were bullying her………..
That was it……..She came home. She is thankfully doing well…..enjoying a bunch of good food and a peaceful cage.
I named her Charlotte because she climbs and jumps like Spiderman, so Charlotte from Charlotte’s Web, one of my favorite stories, seemed appropriate…….crawling upside down on the cage roof, dangling on one leg……..
I hope she is well……if not, then that is the price my heart will pay…..by now, I should realize I have a long standing account with the old and sick ones, forever making withdrawals from my heart, but collecting deposits that are priceless in return.