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There was blood everywhere. Thick, deep red blood splattered up against the glass. I watched through my tearing eyes my best friend was no more. He was gone. He was more than a friend, he was my pet gerbil, and his name was Teddy. I woke up on that fateful morning, eager to feed ol’ Ted his favorite treat, whoppers. But all I could see was that son of a bitch Snowball nibbling on Teddy’s remains. Snowball was my guinea pig. He was always a sly fellow. He always lurked in the little wooden house and never came out except for supper. He was a fat, white, pig, and he looked like a snowball. I didn’t know what to do, so I went and played World of Warcraft to keep my mind off of it. After I was a level 70 warlock on World of Warcraft, I came out of my room and faced reality. I was heartbroken when I heard my mom put Teddy in a grocery bag and threw him in the trash. I mean seriously, paper bags go in the recycling. Aside from my mom’s ignorance to global warming, my favorite gerbil was dead. I had only had him for about two weeks. I got him for free when my friend moved away to Idaho. Dinner that night was awkward. My mom and I were extremely sad. My dad didn’t really care. I could see in his face that he wanted me to pass the mashed potatoes, but he didn’t want to interrupt the deep mourning silence my mother and I were sharing. Eventually he broke the silence, and we began to converse. We conversed many topics. It all led to me realizing that nothing lasts forever, and I should always expect the unexpected. It took awhile for me to accept Teddy’s death, but eventually I forgot about it. Snowball is still alive, and he has slowly become a social butterfly. He reminds me of Teddy when he rolls around in his little ball. Teddy’s death has made me realize many things. Most importantly, slow and steady wins the race.
