Tonight, I found him collapsed on the ramp, no longer with us. The other four guys seem fine and are starting their nightly playing.
Scott thinks it might have just been something congenital that we couldn't have known about, since there were no signs of illness or injury.
I sat outside, crying, as I buried him in my garden and put an angel statue over him. Our first angel in our garden.
I came back inside and cleaned their cage and gave them lots of attention, but I wanted to post something in memory of Simon. He wasn't with us long, but he was special.