You were my first guinea pig, and even though I knew you for a long 8 years, I feel like it’s been a short minute. Your death was a mystery indeed, but no matter what the case, I still remember. When you kept me up at night, chewing on your food tray, I wished I didn’t own you, but now I regret not spending more time with you. I now realize with that empty bedroom, you not being there is very sad and lonely. I still remember you, my little PopTart!!!