Mattimeo died.

Mattimeo died this morning. He was only six months old.

I don't know why. He always had food and water, plenty to chew on, exercise and adventures. His sister was sick too...my only guess is bad genetics.

We had a funeral for him. I buried him in the backyard, a grueling ordeal that involved two shovels, a little garden shovel, a hammer, a glass of water and a pole thingy. Then me, Bre, Alex, Ryan, Mark and Garrett had a memorial service at the park where we buried all the mice. However, since it was not at 2 in the morning we didn't think it would be appropriate to actually bury Matti there. So the burial was near my parakeet, Jean-Luc.


I can't really explain how I feel. The "service" was insanely funny. Walking into my room hours later and hearing silence instead of Mattimeo jumping in his cage was heartbreaking. I miss him. I wish he didn't die. I wish everything and everyone would jump stop freaking dying already. You guys are breaking my heart.