R.I.P Stellar Stella. My DEAD RATTTTTT
When I was like 11 or something, I had a pet rat named Stella. She was small, for a rat, and while my sister's rat grew, Stella stayed the same. I was beginning to get a little worried about her, and as months passed, she seemed to stay the same size, but look in worse shape than ever. Her fur got scruffier, she started shaking whenever she breathed, and she didn't move around much. I pointed this out to my dad, and he said he would see how she was doing in the morning. I asked my dad before I went to sleep (Oh gosh When Your Gone just came on the radio when I wrote this. xD) if he could wake me up if Stella died, before he went to work in the morning. And at 5:24 in the morning, my dad came into my room, and said Stella....had passed away. I ran down the stairs, and there was stella, all limp and cold. I cried for so long that morning. >_<