I lost my little pet rat, Molly, on June 21, 2008. It hurt sooo much, because while i was going through some very rough times in my life, she was the one i talked to about it. I knew she wouldn't judge my feelings, or make me feel stupid. I miss going out to her cage and feeding her, petting her, and even cleaning up her messes. I just miss her a lot.
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