R.I.P.
Biscuit’s gone! This afternoon when I saw Jenny’s greeting’s card with a mouse on it I suddenly had this feeling that B wasn't with us anymore. I rushed over to his little house and saw that he wasn't moving anymore. I could tell immediately he wasn't sleeping, because he wasn't even breathing. He just lay there, motionless, his whiskers so long and thin; his fur as white and fluffy as it has always been. He still looked adorable as ever except he was no long there.
It was horrible!