It’s one of the sad duties of a parent to dig a grave for a pet. After she got home from school this afternoon, the young miss found Pip dead in his home. He chirped for his breakfast this morning, but didn’t nibble too much on it. When my wife and I left for a shopping trip a few hours later, he seemed in some distress, breathing fast. He was pretty old for a cavy.
To the right is Pip on one of his playful moments with Gambit.