Mosley was the most wonderful pet. I miss him greatly.
He was black and gold and fat and happy. He loved parsley and pizza crust and green beans. He always knew when I was coming home and would start squeaking for me even before I got to the door. When he wanted a snack and I didn’t give him one (rarely) he would get mad and start knocking things over in his cage. He liked to run laps around me when we would play and chew cardboard. Sometimes he would even come when I called him. When he was scared he would curl into my elbow and lick my arm. When he was happy he made burbling noises. Whenever I took him to the vet he wouldn’t look me in the face for a day after. He especially liked when I would read to him or sing him a special song.
Then he stopped eating and was sick. I forced fed him several times a day for two months. The vet and I tried everything but never figured out what was wrong. Then I thought he was starting to get better and then he died.
I want to cry and cry but somehow can’t bring myself too. I’m too sad to cry.
Alison
| Mosley |
| 30, Jan 2000 |
| Alison |