Oh dear! Although the roller-disco went well yesterday and youngest had a great party, eldest was worried about Dotty, the Guinea Pig, who looked very listless.
Sure enough, when we got up this morning, Dotty was dead! Stiff, lifeless, cold… boo-hoo. Sadness prevailed. The first pet in our family to kick the bucket. So J and I made a little plaque and I dug a grave. A short and somber ceremony and then we threw a couple of clods of earth in each before I shovelled the rest on.
I do not think Patch will miss Dotty for more than a nano-second each day and then in two days, not at all. J very worried that he will pine away.