Yesterday, while I was sitting at the table with Gwen working on sight word memorization, Elli comes over to us and puts Cookie (our last surviving mouse) on the table and says "He's dead." Since he was curled up in a ball and not moving, I conceded that her statement was correct....and a hasty funeral was put together quite quickly.
Charlie the dog is the last animal standing. Good dog!
I've put a moratorium on further animal acquisition until we figure out:
A. If we are moving
B. Where we are moving if we are, in fact, moving.
I have to admit. This is somewhat difficult for me. I want another cat. And I'm thinking a full size hamster or rat this time around in the rodent department. We have two cages, so we shall see.