I stood for a long time at the window of a pet store, watching him spin in a wheel, comically puffing out his cheeks and stubbornly trying to drag a piece of carrot, bigger than himself, into his house. And suddenly I realized - this is him. Mine. The one who will wait for me at home, warm in my palms and comically snore in his sleep.

I called him Donut. Because he is round, soft and just as sweet to the touch. While we were walking home, he was sitting in a box, but I opened the lid and he looked out: beady eyes, whiskers trembling, as if he felt that a new life had begun.

I put his house by the window, in the sun, put fresh shavings, a few goodies and watched as he carefully explored every corner. So tiny, but with character! He had already dragged half of the food into his nook. And then... he came up to me, stood on his hind legs and touched my finger.

And at that moment I realized - happiness is not always loud. Sometimes it is fluffy, warm and weighs only 120 grams. ❤️