I awoke with the glee that I would be able to see my little baby once again that morning when cleaning her cage. My mother took with me with the cage to our small but homey kitchen.But when we opened the msall wire dore we were surprized she had not come from her small bed made of bedding in the corner.

I stuck my hand in the cage to get her out when I touched her and her fur and body felt as cold as snow. At that moment I knew what had happened, my little Bijou had gone threw the golden gates to Rainbow bridge. My mom comort me as much as she could as I put Bijou on a small peice of silk cloth, that was my luck hankerchief. I went in my room and go a small box I had made from a card that had a small mouse like her on it.

When we wrapped her in the silk and pur her in the box we headed to my back yard with my father and his shobel. I picked out a corner in the yard where we had flowers and move on somal one from it's place. My dad dug a whole in the ground where I put her in and her favorite toy, a small cloth mouse we had made. When my father covered her up tears began to swell in my eyes as they streamed down my cheecks.

That day was much for a 10 year old like me to undergo. I went online to a sight I go on and told everyone about my loss. As much as my family and freinds tryed to comfort me nothing ever worked. I went to my room and cryed until my head was dizzy and my pillow soaked with tears. I pet my guinea pig for they seemed to notice how I felt and that one of our family, my sweet Bijou, had gone to Rainbow Bridge.

After a while I found this sight and it gave me comforst, talking to everyone. They knew exactly what to say. Bijou was like a little sister to me. But somehow I feel like I mistreated her, ignored her, didn't love her enough. And now I know i'll never be able to make it up. Sometimes I felt that I should be given another chance.

After a while my greif got smaller and smaller. But theres still a little peice of my heart she took with her, but that little peice is her's to keep. At first when I thought of her I would cry tears of sorrow uon a loved ones shoulder. But now, I cry tears of joy and happiness. For I know, my little sister of a hamster is at Rainbow Bridge, waiting there for me.