Hello, it’s Dylan.  I’m back, and I’d like to thank Kevin for looking after the blog for me.  He usually just does the Facebook page, and he does that very well.

It’s four weeks since my brother Dougall died.  It’s been very lonely without him, and I haven’t much wanted to talk to anyone.  Oscar looks through the bars as usual but he hasn’t been biting them.  I think he’s trying to be sympathetic.  I still run out on the floor in the morning, but it’s not much fun without Dougall.  I do all my usual things and then sit and wait for him, but then Mummy comes in with one of the others and I usually go back to my cage.  Mr Percy tries to make friends with me, but I don’t want friends, really.  Mummy says maybe I’ll feel more like chatting to them when the good weather comes.  That’s months away yet.

It’s been cold and frosty the last couple of days. Mummy was bringing in fresh grass and leaves from the garden for the last couple of weeks because they were still growing and quite nice, but she says it won’t be worth it now.  There’s still some kale and other leaves in there she can pick for us, though.

We’re still in mourning for Dougall for three more weeks.  I can’t believe how quickly the time goes.  I don’t do much.  Although Mummy said she realises it was Dougall who was drinking and weeing so much, and she’s put me back on the fleece this week.  She says it must have been his kidneys, or else just that his time had come.  She tells me this sort of thing when we have cuddles.  I often have cuddles in the evening as well.  It helps, a little bit.

See you next week.