When I first got Panda, she was mean and hated being handled. She liked to chew on the bars of her cage. She was so little. I like little animals best, and I know alot about rodents so I picked a gerbil. Soon I was able to get her out of the cage and she started to like it. She used to run down my back and that’s where she got the nickname Baby Ticklestine. I wrote poems for her and I made a small poster of her for my locker. Everybody who ever met Bear loved her, and she loved everyone she met.
I soon trained her not to bite. And to use the cage for a bathroom instead of my hand, but we never got a chance to finish that part. When she was happy, she would vibrate and purr, so it was all the fun of a kitten, without the allergic reactions. I told anyone about Panda and all of my friends loved her. I’ll never have another gerbil like Panda, and nobody else will, neither. She was too special. I’ll never forget her, and all the comfort she gave me.
Goodbye, Panda Bear.