It's a sad day. C's beloved hamster, Little Guy, died today. He wasn't looking so great when we went to pick him up from a friend's house, and by the time we got home he was gone.
We held a short memorial service and buried him in the vegetable garden, which is a special and loved place for C.
How's that for irony - the rodents we want dead are still frolicking in the kitchen but we couldn't keep the one we love alive.
If Little Guy fails in the prime of his life while we are away for one month, what hope do I have for our geriatric dog who has nearly kicked the bucket three times so far this year?
Ominous.
