I first got my gerbils almost 2 and a half years ago. One of the first things I did when I brought them home was take their pictures then post them on this blog. I had been wanting gerbils since I was a lot younger. At first I wanted hamsters, but then I found out you only have to clean out gerbils' cages like 2 times a month because they don't smell as bad, and that was definitely an incentive since I knew I did not like cleaning out my guinea pigs' cages every few days.
One day we were at the Living Things pet shop, which is my favorite pet shop in this area because it always had plenty of live animals for me to stare at. This particular day they had gerbils, and I don't know how I convinced my mom, but we impulsively bought Ralph and Roo, and brought them home. They looked so identical that I could never tell them apart, so I just guessed which one was which, the fatter one being Ralph.
Anyway, they grew fat and happy, eating their sunflower seeds every day. Before long, they got tired of cardiorespiratory endurance exercises and instead began weight training. Instead of running on their wheel, they would knock it over. And every night I would fall asleep to them banging the wheel against the glass in one of their brilliant but unsuccessful attempts to escape.
Two days ago, one of their stories ended. I don't know for sure if it was Ralph or Roo that I found lying on the bottom of his cage, blood running from his eyeballs. His death was unexpected and sad. And what made it very strange was that he died on March 14th, and my rabbit Tiddles (which I didn't write an epilogue for) died on February 14th (yeah, my Valentine's Days tend to suck). It makes me wonder what will happen on April 14th.
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