Pickle

My hedgehog was named Pickle. She was small and round and pokey. I liked holding her in a towel because her quills were sharp. But she let me pet her nose. She liked mealworms and little fruit pieces. She had a wheel in her cage and she used to run on it at night and it made squeaky noises. I liked hearing it because it meant she was happy. Pickle was quiet. But she would huff when she didn’t like something. It sounded like “pfpfpf.” It made me laugh. I used to read to her. She sat in a fuzzy blanket and listened. Or maybe she was asleep, but I think she listened. One day she didn’t run on the wheel. She was cold. We tried to warm her up but she didn’t wake up. We put her in a little box with a soft sock and flowers. I drew her a picture and put it inside. I miss her very much. She was small but special.