This is why we call it the 'Why' Chromosome.

Harry passed away, last night, when I was cooking.
At first, I didn't notice, but the absence of his running wheel seemed onminous.
It is true, I did not spent alot of time with Harry, but I missed his presence.
He was always a subject of interest whenever I got to the kitchen.
I still can remember the sound of his ball rolling around the floor, and his annoying wheel which goes at full force whenever he eats.
I guess all life has to come to an end.
So when is mine?