Lizzy's miracle....

Yesterday, we got home and thought something tragic had happened. Lizzy had put her hamster’s cage on the kitchen counter so that Jake (the hamster) wouldn’t get cold. The kitchen is the warmest room in the house. When Liz got home, she immediately noticed that one of the side tube holes was open on Jake’s cage, our kitten, Loki, was sitting beside the cage and Jake was nowhere to be found. Lizzy was heartbroken, sobbing and we didn’t say it, but all of us thought Loki had just had a Jake sized snack. We went to PetSmart and bought another hamster, whose name is now Mary, and despite the newest addition to our family, Lizzy still cried herself to sleep, worried that she would never see Jake again. Then today Lizzy was standing in the kitchen, and who do you think waddled out from under the stove. Today is a happy day. Mary needs a new cage though, because I sure don’t want a hundred little hamster babies. Miracles do still happen. Sometimes they seem so small, but to a ten-year-old girl who is all to familiar with the realities of death, this reaffirmation that something so small and defenseless could survive a stalking kitten who thinks he’s a tiger, a four foot drop to the floor and a cold night under the stove without food and water was a pretty huge, happy miracle.

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