Jefferson Oswald, my ferret, died this morning. I don't even know how. I'm depressed by it, so I've been distracting myself with the Internet and bike rides. I don't even know why I'm telling you guys, I just felt like talking about it, with someone other than my mom, or my sister. Jefferson Oswald, if you knew him, you'd know that he liked to sleep a lot. You'd know that he had this amazing gray and white fur. He used to be able to fit in my hand when I first got him. He grew really fast, he got so heavy in comparison. He used to like to hide under my bed, or in my shoes. He hated baths. This morning, I realized I'd only had him for a year, but honestly, it felt much longer. :/ I'm going to stop now, before I bore you all to death. If you were looking for something funny to read today, if you were looking for something distracting, if you were looking for something happy, I'm sorely sorry for not providing.
BOOYAAKILL
Nah he probally just played dead and digged his way out after you burried him
TheMichiyo
That's not really funny. And he's not buried yet.