Good grief, what a week. Tripp was to be put to sleep on monday but unfortunately I had to stay in and wait for some twat to change the wheels on my dad’s car and couldn’t make an appointment, so I decided to do it on my next day off which was Thursday. Apparantly though Tripp couldn’t wait that long and died on Wednesday in his sleep. 
He was always quite a quiet and mousey little chap but I could tell he missed Cornish when he passed a few months back.
Tripp
Enjoying some grass time
And to top it off, Harpo suffered a bad stroke on Friday and spent the day on a hot water bottle. I was unsure he would survive but was still alive in the morning (having spent the night on his hot water bottle). He was even still alive when I returned from work on Saturday and managed to munch a pea and some grape, but it must’ve been too much and he passed around half 10 tonight. He was quite a little character, the mediator of the group, and came out in the morning with Ob for his cereal when called so I’m rather gutted at the loss. I’m really going to miss him not coming out for cheerios in the morning.
Harpo not long after I got him
Harpo (upper) and Pan, who died last month, as youngsters in their quarantine tank.
Little Harpo.
Bigger Harpo.
Enjoying some time on the grass (left) with Ob and Pan (Monty not pictured).
