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.