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We woke up on Xmas Eve morning to find this little fella had collapsed. Vets don’t do much for rodents, and we were even more helpless. All we could do was try and give him some pain killers and hope the end would come quickly. It did and it didn’t, which was heartbreaking. He fought for every breath over the hour and a bit we spent with him, and had no intention of going.

He was a cheeky little thing, and I’ll miss his head poking around the corner every time I’m making a cuppa, and him chancing his arm for a bit of grub whenever I cooked.

And I’ll never forget how he clung on in his last minutes.

We gave him a little burial at my in-laws pet-cemetary.

RIP little man.