Pressing my face against the cold glass, I let a giggle escape form my lips. This was great! I couldn't imagine anything better than this, squinting my eyes, I began searching for the little furry creature, but as fate would have it, it blended well with its surroundings. Letting a playful sigh escape, I gently tapped the cubical container, slowing but surely a honey-colored head appeared from a far right corner, pushing some hay out of the way Mr. Whiskers appeared, shushing his nose as to say "hey what is this frizzy auburn hair girl ding awaking me from my slumber" smiling I waved and opened the top lid and scoped him out carefully as I could, remembering how Darcy took him out. Having him securely in my hands his soft fur hitting my hand did I begin to jump for joy, releasing him gently to the wooden ground beneath me, he began to start exploring the shared room of ours. Not thinking so much I let him roam freely as I began to open my cookies. Munching on one-my taste buds exploded, remembering what my mommy once told me "sharing is caring" and I cared for our pet hamster! So I chipped off a slide of my cookie, giving it to Mr. Whiskers. Thump, thump. "I'm home!" Darcy exclaimed, not wanting to get into trouble I picked him up and place him into his cage quickly, shoving the remaining pieces of cookie into my mouth, I threw away the incriminating wrapper way I jumped onto the bed trying to act natural as I picked up a book pretending to be interested as the front doorknob juggled open revealing my 7year old sister smiling, she gave me a wave and ran towards the cage, tapping the glass window to only have no response. I began to panic only slightly, she then rashly opened the lid, her eyes scanning the container for any hint of movement, she found none, being curious as I was I hopped down the bed and stood next to her. "Clare" she asked "yes, Darcy" I squeaked. "Has Mr. Whiskers moved since I left for school, has he been acting funny at all?" biting my lip and shaking my head I responded with a quick no. Tears welded up her hazel eyes, as she picked him up slowly, mouth agape, my eyes flashed to the hamster, a pit of guilt rose to the pit of my stomach. "Darce?" I managed to choke out. "He's dead" she whispered, tears spilling out of her eyes. I began to tilt my head, mommy once told me death-was a sleep that no matter how hard you shook that someone one they wouldn't wake up, she said they were soooo tired that they slept for a really long time, that one day I'll be tired too and sleep and I would see them then. We could all sleep together. Darcy began to tear up more, I stood there dumbfounded at her, it is such a big deal he was just taking a long nap that was all. The next day we had what daddy called a funeral for Mr. Whiskers, all I remember was wearing a pretty black dress, my hair was held back by braid on both sides of my face, Darcy still crying and mommy rubbing her back, we each tossed a few pieces of chipped wood and Mr. Whiskers rolling ball into the clump of dirt. I tried to tell mommy he wouldn't be able to get out with all the dirt that daddy was placing on top; mommy just shook her head and kept on whispering into Darcy's ear.
Now I know what death is, death is somewhat of a deep slumber. Death does not always happen at a certain age, it's not planned at all. Death is accidental, death happens almost if not every day. Death is not always peaceful; death is just another harsh way to not be able to say I'm sorry Mr. Whiskers…
Author's note: a quick one chap I wrote as I was waiting for my friend to get out of his class, he was my ride home btw THANK YOU TheAlievee- your reviews make me smile and it makes me feel like someone is actually taking time off their busy schedule to read this little drabbles, much appreciated.