Well yesterday started off on a good note, at weigh-in I was down another pound..Yay!!
Then I went downstairs to find Charlie, my chinchilla, was lying in an unusual spot on the wire mesh floor behind his sand bath and not in his warm fleece hammock.
He'd been sleeping a lot the last couple of days and was not his usually bouncy self.
The vet said it was old age, he was almost sixteen which is a very good age for a chinchilla and he had recently developed cataracts in both eyes which the vet wouldn't operate on as he was so elderly.
Cataracts are a common problem with elderly chinchillas.
He wouldn't even venture out of his hammock for his favourite foods, a red grape or a blueberry, so we knew the end was near.
I lifted him gently from his cage, he was warm and snuggled up to me.
I stroked his pristine white, soft fur as I cradled him in my hands.
DH came and stroked him too and he died peacefully as we all stood together.
He'd had a good life, almost sixteen years of been pampered and cuddled, given little treats and generally being part of the family.
I'll miss him terribly, I even came down this morning and said my usual 'Good morning Charlie Farley' as I walked into the kitchen before I remembered he wasn't there any more.
He's resting in the shade of the cherry tree at the bottom of the garden.
DH made a lovely little cross and nailed a silk red rose to it.
RIP Charlie Farley.
I miss you!
Charlie Farley enjoying a red grape, taken mid June.