My poor, poor baby Tiny is dead. I don’t know what happened. But he’s gone. He was the best otter ever, he came with me everywhere and protected me against megapirahnas and megaladons. I’ll never forgive myself for not being with him when he died, but I never received a death message. I don’t know where his body is, so I can’t revive him. Goodbye Tiny, you were the best otter anyone could ever have.