After tirelessly feeding WInston every two hours to make him live and he was really spritely yesterday, he took a turn for the worst over night and died. I have no idea why, it must just be genetic, but we tried our best and it was only yesterday that he was merrily hopping around the kitchen and tweeting away. I had even designed his house for when he was a big boy! I guess Pete won't have to make that now. Poor Winston,,, we tried X
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