My rats name was Pearl. She had a 1 million dollar personality. When I put my finger near her she always licked it. When I would hold her she would just chill. But one day, I had to go to my dad’s house. When I came back my mom said she had some really bad news. She said that pearl died. I felt like dying. I was balling my eyes out all day. But then we hurried her. I can’t get her off of my mind. I am drawing her, make plushies of her, sculpting her, and thinking about her. When I see her empty cage, my heart breaks. We had so many good times together, and now she’s gone. I never got to say goodbye. I miss my baby.