That’s actually Spencer in the back, Miles in the front. It’s difficult to tell them apart just from looking. Spencer is smaller, has a shorter nose and smaller eyes than Miles, but without his brother next to him, you have nothing to compare to! The real way to tell is by calling their names and reaching out to pet them. Miles will look up, maybe even pick up his tail, and if I’m the one calling, he’ll come over to rub up against my legs. Spencer will look up in terror, and run away backwards until he thinks he’s far enough away to turn around and continue running away. The older they are when you take them out of the wild, the harder they are to socialize. We will, though. It might take a bit longer, but there’s progress every day.

She’s so sick, and looks so awful, I chose an older picture of her for her last one. We’re taking her for her last trip to the vet in a couple of hours. I can’t even give her much in the way of special treatment – she can hardly eat, and she’s too uncomfortable to play, and she’s so thin and bony that a pile of laundry is a more comfortable spot for her than a lap. She will be missed.