Every evening I opened the door. She walked over my arm to my shoulder. We watched TV or played games on the computer. When I didn’t had time for her, I put her on the dining-table, in the bathroom or in my parent's bed. Sometimes we made a journey in the summer, together with the dog. I held her on my body everyday and I trusted her like she trusted me. Fortunately, she was clean. It's clear that my rat and I had a good relationship.
She was old, had problems with her organs. One night, I didn’t go to bed, I was sitting on a chair. A few hours later she was dead.
Dit is in ieder geval al een behoorlijke verbetering, maar ik kan niet garanderen dat er geen foutjes meer in zitten.
Een paar zinnetjes heb ik iets mooier laten lopen of iets veranderd, maar veelal is het nog hetzelfde als wat jij zei.
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Ik ga links want ik moet rechts. En we gaan nog niet naar huis.
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