Percy here. This is our last post of the year, since next week is Christmas and the following Monday is New Year’s Day. Mummy says we can have those days off.
We lost Oscar from our gang on Thursday. He’d been under Dr Sally’s watchful eye all year, and between her and Mummy they’d been treating him for organ damage from internal fungal infections and heart disease. Mummy knew about the fungal thing from Cambridge Cavy Trust, but Dr Sally was more confident of the heart condition. Anyway, Oscar had a good year, and enjoyed himself, and was perky all the way up until Tuesday, when Mummy got worried about him. He went over the Rainbow Bridge during the night on Thursday morning. I expect Kevin took him in hand and showed him around. We’re now in mourning until the beginning of February. Seven weeks is the proper period of mourning in guinea pig customs.
Mummy had a sixth sense about him because she took a photo of him with his brother Midge on Wednesday. They fell out with each other years ago, before I came, and never spoke to each other at floor time.
On Friday we had our Christmas photos taken. You can see what charmers we are in our hats. Roscoe wasn’t impressed with his santa hat. I put up with it to please Mummy. Bertie wouldn’t stay still, he got really over-excited and Midge and I had to tell him off. Biggles was over-awed by it all and stayed completely still while Mummy took photos, as did Neville. Midge and I are old hands at hat photos, of course.
I wonder what we’ll get for Christmas? Maybe Mummy will post photos next week.