So, yesterday, our remaining cavy, Bandit, didn’t eat his salad for breakfast. Normally he devours his greens with a good will, but…yeah. There were a couple other disturbing signs, which led to a vet visit and the decision to let him go painlessly. They go quickly, once they’ve decided to, and he was never quite the same after his buddy Critic passed.
We knew he’d go, and sooner than any of the other animals, but it’s still sad. I console myself with the fact that he had a good life, in his gigantic condominium full of toys and snacks and hiding places.
The week’s been awful. I’m glad it’s over now. Hug your furry friends for me, if you have ’em.
Over and out.