Mini is all about his namesake. Truly the smallest of his three brothers – Roby, Messy and Small Baby – he was the feistiest of the litter. Now that all three has gone, I am left with Messy – just as I have predicted – the least of them which I loved. The first to go was the one I loved most, and the next, and the next.

Messy and Mini had the Ovo Habitrail all for themselves since the other two have gone. It ought to be a heaven’s playground for the two little critters. So I couldn’t quite understand why when Messy started having fights with Mini about a month back. Poor Mini always survived the bloody injuries, but last night, I guess it was just too much. Mini died this afternoon *sobs*

I’m going to bury Mini next to Small Baby later tonight, when the husband gets back from work. My only regret was not being here when Roby died, else he would be buried together as well (-___-)

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