October 4, 2005
I checked on him this morning, and he was curled up into a little cold stiff ball. Dead.
He had plenty of water and munchies still left, so it wasn’t hunger or thirst. And there were plenty of gaps in the plastic container. He had air. The consensus on the boards seems to be that he must have eaten something toxic while he was enjoying his freedom.
I’ll miss you, little fella.