Today my syrian Mr Chip took his last breath. I'm devastated and I feel sick to my stomach, he was my best pal and even though I was prepared for him passing I still feel like I have been hit by a bus. He was 3 and a half and had been slowing down for a while. My boy used to come out at tea time and wait at the bars of his HH because he knew he would get some of the veg from my tea, and on the days that we ate out I used to prepare him his own little feast so he didn't miss out. He once stole my mashed potato when he was out and my back was turned, I'll never forget his little face as he scampered off when I noticed what he was doing! He was a little escape artist, he often opened his cage and hid underneath my dishwasher. I have spent hours sat quietly in the kitchen tempting him out only for him to stroll out as soon as I get up and wait for me to put him back. He was the only pet of mine that my husband has actually formed a bond with, Mr Chip managed to win the hubby over even though he's not an 'animal person' that's how special he was. My poor boy I miss him so much and he's only been gone for an hour. I don't know how I'm going to cope. RIP Mr Chip, I will never stop loving you.. Run free at the bridge with all of our little pals that have been loved and lost.