Mouse Mercy Killing

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
Pet mouse and good intentions going awry.

Submitted: April 11, 2007

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MOUSE MERCY KILLING

Inky was a mouse my ten year old son "rescued" from the local pet shop. She turned out to be a sweet natured fastidious little rodent that charmed us all and especially me. She would ride around in my pockets and sat quietly on my shoulder while I read or watched TV .For the most part though she lived in a converted canary cage where she could watch and be watched..safely..by the other pets in the house.

Peanuts in the shell were a big treat for Inky. I would give her a couple of them a day and she would crack the shells and happily munch on the nuts. When she was done she would clean up her living space by jamming the shells into the spaces between the bars on the birdcage. After a few days there would be a neat stack of shells...row after row of them!

Her bed consisted of an empty plastic bottle about three inches in diameter that I set on it's side.I would place a piece of soft fabric in the cage and Inky would make her bed with it. After about a week she would haul it out of the bottle letting me know it was time to change the "sheets". Her housekeeping would put Martha Steward to shame!

After about two years of a happy life Inky began to develop a tumor on her side.It began to grow at an alarming rate. A call to the Vet confirmed my worst suspecions . It was cancer and it time for Inky to be put down.I couldn't bring myself to make the decision right then so with a heavy heart I brought her back home.

I knew something had to be done soon when the next day showed the nasty lump had doubled in size. After some consideration I thought that I could provide Inky with a peaceful, painless death. I had heard and read that death by carbon monoxide poisoning, like from car exhaust, was such a death. One just fell asleep.

So the idea was hatched. Now to carry out the deed.

I lovingly placed Inky in a plastic bag and then taped the open end to the exhaust pipe with some duct tape.Then with tears soaking my face I turned on the ignition.

I don't know what made look into the rear view mirror at the same moment but I did and to my horror I saw the bag and Inky shoot down the driveway a good 100 feet! The instant pressure build-up in the bag caused my poor mouse to be launched into space like some rodent astronaut!

The absurdity overcame the grief of the moment once I saw that Inky was not worse for her experience and the tears changed to those from laughter. I couldn't help wondering though just what mouse thoughts were causing those whiskers to twitch? A mouse smile? I hope so.


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