I heard the ringtone on my phone. The one I had set for 'text.' My phone was over on the kitchen table. I got up to go get it.
I checked my text messages. Nothin' really stood out except for that one text. It said "MONKEY" in all capitalized letters. I opened it, expecting a spam ad.
Then it hit me. Three words. "MONKEY IS DEAD." I threw my cellphone across the room and just sat there. And I cried. That monkey died. I killed it. I didn't know what I was doing until it was too late. Because now, that monkey died.
I'm sorry, Stocking the Squirrel Monkey.