The regret always comes too late. Maintain a hamster for a year made me feel bored. Because I was bored, I rarely played with him and cleaned his cage. I ever intended to give him to my friend, but my friends called it off. Because of my boredom, I almost made him die. Over time, my hamster could move. He was able to run around as usual. I had dared to hold him and played with him again. He could eat a lot as usual. I was relieved and very happy.

A Story by Edgar Allen Poe. I married early, and was happy to find in my wife a disposition not uncongenial with my own. Observing my partiality for domestic pets, she lost no opportunity of procuring those of the most agreeable kind. We had birds, gold-fish, a fine dog, rabbits, a small monkey, and a cat. And at length even Pluto, who was now becoming old, and consequently somewhat peevish - even Pluto began to experience the effects of my ill temper.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012.