Sadly, I walked in Christmas morning and Onyx had passed. She was lying in the middle her cage all splayed out. Her sister, Silver, was inside their burrow. This was COMPLETELY unexpected.
Onyx was a gregarious little girl and loved to pop out of her cage and run around her tray while I filled their food dish. She loved to be pet and didn't mind jumping into my hand.
She will be greatly missed.
Rest in peace little Onyx.
The lives of the lovable vermin of F.A.T.E.
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