I was all dressed up to meet my friends for a drink last night.
I got dropped off on the corner of the street (while my friend parked) and I started my 2 block walk to the bar. A young, pretty blond woman was crouching on her hands and knees staring at something on the ground and so I walked up to her.
A cute gray mouse was sick and just lying down on the sidewalk. I felt so bad watching it struggle. It didn’t even move for five minutes until I let it crawl onto my shoe. My goal was to get it back into the bushes so it wouldn’t cross the street.
Someone said that it was Ratatouille (from the movie). A few people stopped by to give their condolences to the little thing.
The young blond woman, whose name was Kelly, didn’t want to leave the mouse there (and neither did I). I said I would take it to my vet the next day if she could “babysit” it overnight.
We put the mouse in a “to go” box from the nearby restaurant and Kelly took it home.
Here’s a picture of the mouse in the “to go” box:

Kelly called me about an hour later to let me know that our beloved WeHo Mouse had passed away while she was making it a little place to stay for the night.
Oh well… I think it would’ve been nice to have a happier ending, but the mouse was in pain. I hope it wasn’t poisoned.
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