Sadly, Scruffypig died during the night. He was nearly 6 and had been doddery for a while, but was still enjoying pootling about and scolding Gingerpig. Yesterday he did seem quieter and last night was quite frail, so it was not unexpected when I found him this morning. I left Ginger with him for a while.
I was fine until I had to put him in a box and I'm just about to embark on a deep cage clean but am a bit teary. Ginger has had cuddles with DD and is running about in the kitchen playing football with a tomato, so he's okay at the moment fortunately.
Poor Scruffy - I'm just glad it was peaceful and no vets were involved. Off to the bridge to be reunited with Smoothpig - they're probably bickering already.