my little white mouse, snowflakes, is a very special mouse to me, at first we had our fights, but at time passes by, she starts to be lot fond of me, she starts to trust me, and so do i, my friends starts to like her as much as i like her, my friends always ask on how my little snowflakes is doing, i always answer them with a smile and cheerfully answers them: fine thanks, finally the day came, her first birthday, many of my friends was thoughtful enough to give her a gift, and ofcourse, i gave her a special treat, and sung her happy birthday. it was vacation, finally free from school, we had to go to another place for our vacation, but sadly we cant bring her, so we had to give her to another person for a while, atleast until we came back. there we came after a few months, i was relieved that she was just fine, and our happy times came time after time, until the day came...... it was lunch time and i was going to feed her, until i noticed something strange.... she was breathing heavily and not eating her food nor drinking not even one sip of water, i was beggining to worry, and sadly she was sick, i forced my father to bring her to the vet, but we had no vet in this city. until i accepted it, i spent my last moments with her as i put her on my hand and finally she took her last breathe....until now i still miss her but i hope she still remembers me as a friend....