Is there no end to death in my animals lives?
Stephen rat, runaway grey mouse and Patchina, all gone. I know they are all getting old but it hurts so much to see my babies lying there, little hands clasped in death. It's those little hands that made me decide not to cremate sweet Rolo and those many of my family of fur babies that were to follow.
Rest in peace my darlings, go to my beautiful Rolo, Tilly, Amelia and all my angel babies, run free on new strong legs in the sunshine over the bridge, but watch for me till my time comes to follow you, to be again one big family,
I love you all,
Mum on earth, xxxxxxxxxxxx