Mr. Bumbles crossed peacefully into spirit during the night. I brought him home from the pet store on Sunday; I have another mouse that is almost a year old now. The pet store worker was very nasty to me. I asked for a certain mouse and she said what difference does it make, I don’t have all day when you pick one out….you just want him for food anyway. Mr. Bumbles wasn’t the mouse I chose, she hastily grabbed Mr. Bumbles by the tail…..but it didn’t matter, the one caught was the one meant to come home that afternoon……
No, I didn’t want him for food. Unfortunately, these tiny beings are bred in horrendous conditions…born to be somebody’s meal, that’s all. For less than the price of a fancy coffee, you can bring one home and choose his fate. More often than not, they are not in the best of health…..some can bear the stress of being shipped to pet stores and then to another strange home…….some cannot. Mr. Bumbles could not.
To be loved or eaten………..that is their awaiting destiny…………..
To be loved or eaten……..I choose love.
At least he died in the darkness of night, in peace, with someone who cared to mourn his life when the sun rose. His eyes were closed in peaceful slumber….not staring fearfully into a predator’s eyes, waiting to snatch his breath. Maybe he was the one chosen for just that, to die peacefully in his nest in a safe place. All my life, old and sick ones have come to me to cross in peace…..
Rest in peace Mr. Bumbles……..your life meant something to me…..and you will always be loved………….