Lucy took three days to die. My daughter Anneke rejected all of my ideas for an early and pain-free exit (let me count the ways) and fully embraced the ritual of a box, some nice cloth and a burial. The job done, and the event recorded, she asked for yet another gerbil. <div align="center"
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