My fault totaly.
Weather was nice but windy the other day so I opened the back door to let the dogs have a zoomie with the fallen leaves.
My 'rehoming box' (where my sculptures live till they find a new home) was open as I was doing a photoshoot and a gust of wind sent some of the smaller critters flying.
I thought I had picked them all up but later in the day Mia wondered past with a little bit of gray hanging out her mouth.
She killed Dyllan! Cant blame her he was fully felted from shetland wool and my mum, as a spinner and knitter informs me that that is a strong smelling fleece.
Poor Dyllan - I remembered to take his listing down.