The date you see up in the topic is the worst day in my 7th grade. My pet mouse and daughter, Yoshi, died. I found her stretched out, as if she collapsed midway when tryign to reach something. Finding a shoulder to cry on, which ended up being Taylor since she and I were meant to study that day, I felt a bit better. I mummified her, excluding taking out all of her insides, by wrapping her up in tissue paper as delicately as I could. Then, I filled the clay box that I was going to use as her coffin, with tissue paper. I then added many treats, reminding her dead soul only to eat them once a day, or she would die once more in Mouse Heaven. I also added her normal diet, which was regular mouse food. I found a good enough place to bury her, and all the while, Taylor sat there, waiting for me with a sorrowful expression. She was sad too. But only because of me. She didnt know what to say at the moment. There was nothing to say. And she was right. As I dug the whole, I kept my hair in my face, trying to keep my work on digging Yoshi's resting place. Once I reached a cement bottom, I placed the box with Yoshi and her food in it gently. The box didnt seem to weigh an ounze... Once I buried Yoshi, I put a rock on top, so as to remind myself where she was. I also reminded Taylor not to trip on the rock when crossing through my yard to her house, which I absolutely allowed. There was now just one roadblock. And I would cherish it forever, to time indeffinent.
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