Recovering

A slow morning after such a late night and Anya definitely isn’t well today.
We arrived home late afternoon and poor Nutkin was dead. I had prepared Anya and Max for the possibility but it was still really sad. I had a few tears too and felt terribly guilty for missing her by just a few hours (the neighbour had been checking in for us) It leaves Snowball on her own, which isn’t ideal for guinea pigs so I’m not sure what to do now…