This afternoon while searching for proper accommodation for Mr Whiskers, I discovered via the pet shop he was a wild mouse, not suitable for keeping as a pet. I knew he was special, but it was very clear we couldn’t try and domesticate the little thing. Miss M and I both shed tears at the news - thankfully I managed to keep mine subtle.

I decided I’d let him go on Thursday, down by the river near where the horses live. Before I went to work this evening, I spent quite a lot of time with the little furry bundle, who was happy to be held and patted. Wild, but so trusting. After I got home, he drank from his favorite spoon, but he was so active, and so desperate to get out of his house I knew I couldn’t keep him cooped up until tomorrow.

So Max and I took him to his new home, I gave him a last couple of pats and said goodbye. He walked up my arm, sniffed quite a lot, then jumped to the ground and I watched him walk away until I couldn’t make out his shape anymore. So tiny but so confident. I left his house there, stocked with apple and fresh paper towel, but I don’t think he’ll need it. He’s wild, after all.

So goodbye and good luck little Whiskers. I only knew you for just over twelve hours but I’ll never forget your sweet trusting nature or your silky soft fur.