He was a great friend to me, always willing to listen, never running away, never getting into trouble (we will forget the smoking incident). Never a more loyal mouse did ever exist.
I will always remember you Squeaky. May the cheese in mouse heaven be specialty Gruyere.
I am just so happy that my last memory of Squeaky will be the car ride we took together.
I do not want the haters to hate just because squeaky wasn't wearing a seat belt. He was just way too small.