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I woke up this morning to see that the third mouse didn’t make the night. I buried him nest to his/her two friends.

I don’t know what exactly happened to them. My wife and I suspect that they ate some poisoned food or maybe something ate the Mama mouse and they couldn’t survive with out her. I wish I could have done more for them but by looking at them yesterday I pretty much expected this end.

It all makes me think of death once again and all that comes with it. Animals seem to have a better handle about death. It would seem to be more instinctual to them and they’re more accepting of it. Where people, like myself, fear it. Animals, I’m guessing, don’t have a concept of heaven or hell or maybe even what happens to them after their gone. I wonder how they really view it. How they cope.

At least the mice aren’t suffering anymore.

Rest well little mice.