#4 -- In Memory of my mouse Melky

Walking back home from an 8 day vaction in Mallorca, my German roomate Laila let me into the house.  Then she told me that my  pet mouse Melquiades had died.  A pet rat dying isn't really a life-changing circumstance, but it still kind of shook me.  I had only taken care of him for 2 months, but it was still good to know that life was always existing in my room.  Running around on a wheel, sniffing, gnawing, blinking and exploring -- this is a reminder of constant activity.  Life not reflecting upon itself but just being and expanding is a good thing to see.  And now all I am left with is the fading footprint of a rat that  barely passed through my life, bringing mostly amusement and happiness and a smelly room.

(the only surviving picture of Melky) (Lolo is in the picture too)