I'm going through hard times. This weekend, my pet gerbil, whiskers, ecaped his cage. On Sunday, we found his dead body in the sump pump in the basement. I cried for a day and a half. We had a funeral for him today. I'm really heartbroken. Let whiskers have fun in heavan, with a huge meadow to roam in and hot women gerbils feed him grapes. I bet he has 50 ecxersise wheels. On the other hand, whiskers brother, Scurry, is heartbroken too. It is sad seeing him search the cage for whiskers. Lets whiskers rest in peace.
:(