These days I have been feeling quite melancholic and, for some reason, Victor and Juliet have been a good part of the equation. They were two white mice I had when I was a kid, the most gentle creatures I have ever known.
Victor loved to run inside my sweater's arm, to emerge triumphant beside my neck and stand there, just looking at me; when I grabbed him, he bit my fingers in what I later learned was their version of a kiss!
Juliet was shier but so soft and sweet than even my mom, usually afraid of mice, allowed Juliet to play on her bed and run over her skirt.
Alas, Juliet died when her first litter was on the way; neither Victor nor me were the same after that. It broke my heart seeing him looking for her mate everywhere and I tried to be sweeter and kinder than before with my little friend.
I miss them so much, even after so many years!