Our brilliant hamster, Peanut Butter, died today. She made it to the grand old age of two after living splendidly in her superb three storey mansion, much loved and cuddled by all the littlies. The children's Uncle died tragically four years ago and their Grandad unexpectedly in April this year, so they are aware of death in many respects, but telling the kiddies after I found her this afternoon and seeing their reaction brought a lump to my throat. Bless them all.

