This morning I checked on my pets only to find Marloes in an awkward position in the little log shelter and Tommy huddled up against her and I couldn't coax him out. So I lifted the little shelter and found out Marloes had passed away.

Sigh. My little shorthair critter is no more. She wasn't ill that I know of and she was still feisty two days ago when she nibbled my fingers.

I've already called a friend from the shelter. He said they had lost three guineas as well. There's no suitable female present at the shelter yet, but they're going to keep their eyes open for a new mate for Tommy.