Our lovely Ginger Pig 
He did the classic 'fine one minute, paw on the Bridge the next' thing.
Fine at teatime last night, enthusiastic about fresh hay, chomping on cucumber. Had that look about him at about 11pm, when I went to check on them. Tried him with some syringed water and critical care, but he was having none of it. By mid morning today he was on his side, and by the time we had eaten lunch he had gone

He was not far off 6, so not a bad age.
I am so sad. But so relieved that he died peacefully at home, without the trauma of a vet visit. And grateful that he drifted off to the sound of the usual, comfy Sunday soundtrack in our house : the preparation of lunch, the chopping of veg (and the accompanying hopeful wheeks of his hutch mates), the DC whingeing about homework...just the typical sounds and smells of family life. Ours have always been indoor pigs, living in the kitchen, right at the heart of everything, and he was with us to the end.
RIP Ginger Pig. We're going to miss you.