My Dead Pets

RABBIT My 5th Easter I was given a real rabbit.
White, with brown spots. It spent its first
and last night in a wire cage on the back lawn.
In the morning it was gone. My mother said
it climbed out and ran away. I guess this is
"missing," not dead. But since rabbits don't
live 27 years I'd say it counts.
One December we dug three lizards out
of cold sleep. We kept them in a jar
and tried to feed them flies. We took
them to school for Show and Tell.
They went back to sleep. Lizards
don't like flies in December.
LIZARD
MOUSE My field mouse lived in the house.
It was well-fed, fat and furry. My mother said,
"Put that mouse on a diet!" I did.
No, that wasn't what killed it. Later my
house mouse moved outside to enjoy the
summer weather, fleas, and wild mice.
We all got the flu in July. The doctor said,
"That mouse must go!"
It was as big as a grapefruit. The clerk
had a three inch scar across his palm.
"That's the one that did THIS to me."
He didn't want to sell it, it was old
and he didn't know how much longer
it would live. Who does?
Two years later it hung limply from its
shell. No scar to remember it by.
TREE CRAB
CAT I kept no pets for many years,
figuring, if I don't have one,
I can't lose one. But life is
risk, so I adopted a small black
kitten and named it Coco. She slept
on my bed, crept into my lap while
I read, and raced across my keyboard
whenever she could. I let myself
love her. She was hit by a car.
My mother bought me a pacman frog:
Ceratophrys Ornata. Okay,
the green kind. I named him Mercer
and fed him crickets. One night I fed
him a live baby mouse. It squeaked.
The mouse didn't agree with Mercer.
He went into permanent estivation.
I'm tired of dead pets.
FROG
FROG II In October, I bought another frog,
an orange one, and named it Lydia.
But just in case,
I'll leave some space, right here,
at the end of the page...