About two years ago my two epileptic gerbils, Elvis and Jagger, died of seizures. My brother felt bad for me so he took me out to replace them and we ended up coming home with the cutest little broken-marked champagne fancy mouse buck. I named him Skirmish.
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I don't know how old he was when I got him, but typically a fancy mouse will live approximately one and a half years...and I had Skirmy for two and a half. I suppose it was his time, but it surprised me when I went over to his habitat this morning for breakfast and found him peacefully passed on. Since we rent, I can't dig around our yard to bury him, and I refuse to bury him in a public area (I don't even know if that's legal anyway). I'd really love to be able to get him freeze dried or taxidermied, but that's expensive. Until I can figure out if I'll be able to afford something like that soon, he's in a sandwich baggy in the freezer...I'm crazy, I know.
Rest in peace, my little wheel-crazy squeaker.