I hate myself. I did everything I could but it wasn't good enough. The baby mouse was dead when I woke up, it had crawled out from under it's blanket and died in the open air. I'm sad. And angry. At god. For his mockeries.
@Jazzy_Butts Oh no... it must have been very hard for it to adjust to such a sudden change... you tried your best so it isn't something to beat yourself up about, even though it is sad. I am sure if the baby mouse could speak it would have been very appreciative
