Sometime Thursday while we were away, Dot died. She was fine Thursday morning when we left -- I checked her water and gave her a yogurt treat.
Fancy mice live on average 18 months, which is exactly how old Dot was, so I guess there's nothing we could have done.
When we came home and saw what had happened, we were devastated. We held her sweet, little body and decided to have her cremated.
Friday I took Dot's body to the vet with the words George wrote to go on the container that will come back holding her ashes. I told him it would be a very small container so he needed to be brief.
Dot's cage was right next to us in our little, blue schoolroom. Today we felt her absence tremendously and so fled to see a movie as soon as possible after we finished our work.
I think we may work at one of the libraries for the next few days.