Last night, when I was feeding my mice, I couldn't find Pie. I looked all around the tank, but she was nowhere to be seen. I called my mom in, and at first, she couldn't find her either. But then, she lifted up their shelter, and found her. She was flattened against the ground, and Cookie was fearfully walking around and over her. Her body was limp, and her chest was not expanding for breath. Nature took its toll. Pie was dead.
Pie, like Oatmeal, had come down with some form of cancer. Pie's,...
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