I went out to feed l'il bit today...and she's dead. Looks like one of the playtoys fell on her, but I can't be sure. SG is going to bury her for me when he gets home....the ground is too hot for Herself and me to dig (and Himself isn't as strong as his sister - yet.) and he said he'd try to figure out what happened.
Dammit. She was MY baby. She was fine this morning - didn't take her full bottle, but she gobbled down the feed like a trooper, then did her morning visits.
I'm going to go hide a bit. :sigh: I HATE this part of critter-caretaking. HATE it.
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