:_(
she made it through the op, and was recovering well. they rang and said pick her up at 5. then rang at 4 to say they'd just checked on her and she was gone. *wails*
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1 comment:
Oh no! That's so sad... I bet Gytha has met Syd now.
It has been a rubbish week for rats.
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