He suffered from a degenerative disorder known as melting. It was all quite sudden. He looked weak when we left for work this morning, and was unable to stand up straight. His condition worsened throughout the day and when I found him, he had lost his head. It was too late for a transplant, there was nothing I could do.
R.I.P. Peter. Have fun in the big snow covered garden in the sky.

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