Last Saturday, I fed him a rat, on schedule, that he ended up vomiting up a day later. I'm thinking the rat was ill with something that passed on to Puppy, because Puppy had still been active even up until this morning, but when I came home from work today, he wasn't in his usual spot. I reached in to check on him, and he was limp and not breathing. He had looked completely healthy, and I can't come up with any reason he would have rejected the rat, or died, since he had been completely fine until after eating it.
He's in my freezer at the moment, and my friend Spoon is coming to pick him up on Sunday to gut him and preserve the skin for me so I can hang it in a poster frame in my new room.





I will miss him so much :/