It is with great sorrow that I announce the passing of Squeak, who died today after a protracted illness. She was 18 months old. She fought against a respiratory infection bravely, but a virus on top was too much.
She was born in a small town, bred to be food for snakes, but overcame her humble beginnings to become the close and beloved companion of dd. She loved yoghurt, and housekeeping, and stealing Monster High accessories to decorate her beautiful nests of twisted paper. She was at her happiest curled up in the crook of dd's arm, and spent most of her last night there, listening to dd crooning to her.
She is survived by Bubble, her devoted friend, who spent many happy hours nibbling the top of her head, and trying to find the food which Squeak had hidden for a rainy day.
RIP Squeak -- we were privileged to have known you.