The Tiny Traveler

Adopted animals love their humans; show it in many ways. The tiniest pet, revels in the harmony of its time, with family. Dinky was a special hamster; she lived a year beyond the normal life span. I carried her around in my pocket and she loved the ride. Her head, peeking out, evoked curious comments from all who glimpsed her. She searched for me, when I was at school; her knack for escaping the cage, kept me searching for her in the afternoons. I often found her, in my chest of drawers. Of course, I found it odd, but hamsters are four-legged, Houdini’s… Dinky was the best. One cold winter night, as I lay in slumber, That tiny traveler made her way from, one end of the house, to my bedroom. I lay there, on that frosty eve, dreaming that I was outside in the rain; the chilling raindrops, dancing upon my arm. In a moment of lucidity, Reality hit; those raindrops were tiny paws! I reached, grasped and in the shimmering moonlit rays, I stared into the eyes of my new bed buddy. A twitchy nose said it all… ”I found you!” I moved her cage close by my bedside; future escapes faded into history.