Miss Dib Dabs
Loony.
She's getting old, by rat terms. I think she's dieing. She's real sleepy and stiff this evening. I'm hoping she's just feeling a bit poorly but I think she's dieing. Worse still is that I'm away from tomorrow morning to Friday. So no one will be here with her if she does pass away. I feel terrible.
Hugs,
P.
Hugs,
P.