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The Death of Rats


In one of his masterful Discworld books, Terry Pratchett created the Death of Rats, and now he comes to lead little Peaches on her way over the rainbow bridge.

In happier days

A few weeks ago Peaches had a stroke, resulting in left side paralysis and weakening. Since then, sadly she’s declined, struggling to move around and not eating or drinking. There have been a few tumbles and a case of lose bladder while having a cuddle.

Her sisters know something’s wrong, cuddling her and washing her face, while the boys are being a lot more gentle.

We’ve made the sad decision to aid her on her way at the vets’, wanting to put her beyond pain and suffering, rather than dragging it out.

I know this will be the best thing to do, but it is very sad. If you’d told me a year ago I’d care this much about small rodents, i’d have laughed. At least I know The Death of Rats will be there to gently take her little paw and lead her to her rest. SQUEAK.

Peaches (back) with sister Custard


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“Terry took Death’s arm…”

Sir Terry Pratchett died today it has just been announced. He was one of my favourite authors and I have pretty much all of his books.

I met him once, he won the Carnegie Award for The Amazing Maurice and his Educated Rodents and I was at the Polka Dot Theatre in Wimbledon for the ceremony as part of a school delegation. I was 14.

Somewhere I have the photos I took on a disposable camera, he was kind and funny, charming to those who queued to get their books signed, as I did.

His books meant a lot to me. Growing up I was pretty socially awkward and preferred books to people. The Discworld was the perfect place to escape to.

He was an immensely talented writer, knighted for his services to literature, and a campaigner for Alzheimer’s, having been diagnosed with it a few years ago.

I grew up with his books and with his knowledge, that libraries exist in L-space and bookshops are just genteel black holes that know how to read.

It’s a shame there will be no more stories, and I will be thinking of his friends and family at this time.

Thank you for the stories Sir Terry.