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Well, the inevitable happened. We went up to give him his 10:00 feeding and he had expired. We tried, he tried, we all did our best, but the odds were against us. I told Vicki not to name him, don't get attached, but she did anyway. Goodbye, Oscar, we hardly knew ye.
I blame myself in a way. If I had covered the chase that they were using to get into the attic he would have been born in a tree outside and would never have been in our storage room to begin with.
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