When Sammy died in early May, I got Rita soon after. The empty cage full of rodent toys mocking me from it’s corner.
She was my wee furry acrobat, climbing and swinging just like Sammy had. Rita, nervous & timid, brown with a white patch on head & tummy; passed away between 2pm – 7pm. She wasn’t ill or injured, her cagemate Rachel isn’t aggressive.
Rita & Samuel can keep each other company in heaven.
I miss my munchkin. = (