I returned from a pleasant morning spent in the company of Josh and others, to find my daughters distressed over our pet rat, Twitchy. He was having breathing difficulties. At 52 months, we knew that this day would come. A visit to the vetinary hospital confirmed the worst – he had a respitory infection and his elderly body was not strong enough to fight it. He was placed in an oxygen crib for about half an hour, but during that time he began to bleed from his ears and nose, and we knew we couldn’t put off the inevitable. We have brought him home and he is lying in state in the lounge room untill this dvening when it will be cool enough for a backyard burial.
As when our pet guinea pig Hagrid died, we will use aform of prayerwe have preparepared. I think i might publish it separately here on SCE when I get to my computer.