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Mouse Today: Gone Tomorrow Yesterday began like any other. I woke up somewhere in the vicinity of still-drunk and crusty-boogers. I drank a bottle of water like my life depended on it, and got ready to take my sobering shower and eat. That's when I saw it. The mouse, my new friend, dead on the floor. The victim of one of my dogs' terrible Saw-esque games. The mouse that I had not yet named. The mouse that had known no love nor affection, only survival. I sat and talked to it's carcass for awhile, and apologized for not naming it yet, I thought I had more time. But alas, we never have as much time as we think. I think one of the things that really got to me about it is The Great Mouse Discrepancy. See, for Christmas my Dad got me a little video camera/regular camera that matches his, and we make videos for each other, and once a week we play them on their TV. A few months back we made it a little more interesting. We decided to compete for a "New Animal" weekly award. Now we actively seek out animals that neither of us have previously taken video of, and we even have a small white board that we put the new "reigning animal" on, complete with a drawn picture and the date (thus killing any of my accusations that I may have been adopted, only my family would agree on this ritual). Of course, not every week we can get video of a new animal, so the night I first saw that sweet little mouse, I pounced on the opportunity. Unfortunately, the video I got was of it sitting behind the shelf for only a couple seconds until it darted off, and the lighting wasn't great, and for the first time in the history of the New Animal game, it was Challenged. My Father said he could not swear in a court of law that it was a mouse. My Mother agreed with me, but I decided that due to his challenge, no picture would be drawn of the mouse, only the words "The Great Mouse Discrepancy". I never thought that my time with it would be so short that I would not get to make my father eat crow. (I'm neither confirming nor denying there is a 32 second "I told you so" video of it's dead body). I am doing okay, sort of going through the motions, trying to keep myself busy feeding squirrels Honey Bunches of Oats. I think that I enjoy life a little more now, knowing that at any minute there could be a Chihuahua and Terrier duo waiting just around the corner for me. So as I try to think on my favorite moments in the brief time I had with my little mouse friend (like the time he was behind the refrigerator, and the time he was behind the shelf, and that one time he was under the table), I know that he will be greatly missed. And now I REALLY need to get video of that possum that hangs around outside.