So my old men just passed the twenty month mark. Like always we check carefully for lumps and bumps. All of the boys get a good going over once a week. Its how we caught Boos cancer so early, Wembles lump and even the small one Fergus is playing host to currently. I tend to be a bit paranoid about their health and make sure weights are monitored monthly.

I sat with my beloved Fergus the other night, him cuddled in a blanket, eyes closed, bruxing softly..how can you not love an animal so much in the now. They are happiest with a snack and some ear scritching. All of them come to se me when I walk by the cage. I often joke they are like zombies invading….the way they will press against the cage for a pat on the head or hopefully some yummy treat.

I love my boys and Meef passing away has left me worried for my Vroobert, his brother. i can only hope that all of my boys live to see old age..to sit with me in their twightlight, to brux softly while I scritch ears.