All Over

It's all over, Steve bravely put Wilma out of her misery this morning.  She had a bit of time in the yard yesterday morning with her buddies, she walked slowly with them in the sun for perhaps half an hour, ate two worms that I threw at her feet, then lost her strength and sat in the hidey hole nesting box for the rest of the day, then I brought her back to her warm box in the bathroom for the night.  She went downhill overnight and couldn't stand up at all this morning and was virtually comatose.  She was so terribly thin and weak, poor girl.  I'm glad her suffering is over from what was presumably something devastatingly awful inside her.

Goodbye my feisty girl, with the embarassingly stumpy tail.  xx