When I was younger and one of my pets died, I would never mention it to any of my friends. I would just carry on as normal, pretending that nothing had happened. The theory behind this was that when eventually one of my friends would ask about my pets, I wouldn’t be upset and I could just say, “Oh, so and so passed away months ago”. You can’t really do that on a blog though, and it felt wrong not to mention it. Our gorgeous, loveable and ever so grumpy Willow passed away on Saturday. We’re not sure what happened – she was fine one moment and then just deteriorated so quickly there was nothing we could do.
She did have a very good life though and enjoyed the last few months of her life in a brand new cage with a huge metal run to hop about in. She had a beautiful glossy black coat and loved to be stroked as long as it was on her terms. She would gobble up dandelions that were hand fed to her through the cage, but would always leave the ones that grew in her run. She loved to tease us in every way possible – tipping her food bowl down the slope in her cage so it was in the furthest possible corner from the door, meaning we had to hook it out using a long metal pole; trying to escape at every available opportunity (and succeeding more than once, even when there was 3 inches of snow on the ground!) and chewing a window into her second hand cage so we had to buy her a brand new one.
She definitely had a huge character, but we loved every bit of it.