oh god oh god more gerbil nastiness!!!
So, went out the front door this morning to take Sprog #1 to the stables as is her wont…went to step off the pavement and what do I see? I very flat, old, crinkly but slightly moist rodent at the side of the road. Stifling a “EWWWW!” I whisk the girls round the other side of the parked car, as I suspect this might be the remains of the late, great Gnasher.
On my return, I take a momentarily longer look and notice the distinct blackness of the remaining hair, the huge back feet and the stumpy tail (the result of being nipped off by the cat on a previous, pre-mortem occasion). It was, as I suspected, our Gnasher, having been brought home by one of the moggies, as they do.
Ick. I enlisted resident strapping man, i.e. husband to pick it up in a carrier bag so as not to traumatise the girls once they realised. Anyway, we now have closure, and can grieve properly, knowing that he has in fact bitten the dust BIG time, and isn’t living it up cruising the neighbourhood, making passes at the local ladymouse population.
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That is both tragic and sick, but the way you wrote it made me laugh!
Perhaps that makes me tragic and sick?
At least the girls were spared the ordeal of seeing their beloved pet in such a state.
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