Any time when I'm away from the apartment for longer than 24 hours I ask Matt to check in on my mice and make sure they're all alive. It's not so much the thought of one dying, but the thought of one dying PLUS having the other mice having to deal with the body that really bothers me.
Cinnamon is fat. All my mice are pudgy, but Cinnamon has gotten to the pudge point where she's a little round ball with feet and a head. I think it's because she no longer runs on the exercise wheel or playfully tumble about the cage with the others. Matt has given me the most reasonable reason there is, it's probably because she's at a late stage in her life and is winding down. Of course, myself, the self-deluding person that I am, is intent that she's still young, healthy and instead of being at the end of her life she has simply become lazy.Posted by jennifer at November 02, 2003 09:54 PM