Personal Writing

My Guinea Pig disappeared When I was 7 years old for Christmas I had gotten a guinea pig I named Oscar, my dad called him Oscar the grouch. When we moved to Charleston when I was eight we brought Oscar with us. since it didn't really ever get any colder then 50 degrees we had his cage on our screened in back porch. My brother had broken the porch door and it would get stuck when you would close it and you had to push hard to get it to close all the way. One night the door to the porch didn't get closed all the way and the cage got left open, I didn't know this happened. the next day after school I looked over in his cage to find him not there and the cage open. me and my mom looked all over our block looking for him with his favorite food in our hand, kale because whenever you would ruffle the bag of the kale he would start squealing and try and get to the bag. Later my mom found a pile of fur that looked exactly like my guinea pig. He was torn up and his cage looked like something had been digging in it, so we knew that an animal had gotten to him. We buried him and put some rocks and shells around it. I was so sad for a long time and wished we would have just checked to make sure the cage was closed.