Every time I see your picture on my Instagram feed I try to choke back tears. Both me and your play mate Tango are both devastated that you have passed over the Rainbow Bridge. You were the best Christmas present I ever could have asked for, and you and Tango had such a fun life together in your big cage in the kitchen, right next to all the food. A couple of days ago, you fell victim to the Cysts in the roots of your teeth and jaw. There was no cure. I came home from Sports Practice, and my Mum came over to me and told me the news. She had been put down, because it was that or let her starve to death because she couldn't eat. We chose what was better for her, and didn't want the problem of waking up and seeing her dead. That was worse. I'm not entirely sure how her playmate Tango is coping with it though, she wont eat or drink much, and there isn't much poop on the cage floor. Is this bad?