Psychobunny
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After a year of owning Squee, things were fine, until a few months ago.
He stopped eating, didn't think it was very serious until a week went by, I had been hand feeding him because he had totally lost all coordination.
He could see (don't know how well) but could now catch prey.
Finally I took him out of his cage to examine him more closely.
I found 2 very large soft tumors, one on the side of his throat, the other on the oppisit side above the arm shoulder bone.
The throat tumor was obstructing his throat, so he was unable to swallow
solid food, and I had to feed him with a pipett of pureed food.
This 'force feeding" thing had him utterly miserable. so I made another vet appointment.
Day of the appointment (I had taken the day off work) and had made everything ready the night before.
I looked in on him, and he was laying dead on the bottom of his cage.
He was not black, eyes and mouth were closed, no sunken eye sockets
or patheticly thin body, and his color was actually that of when he was basking.
Seems like he suddenly just dropped!!
I put him in a tiny box and buried him in my backyard garden, right in the spot where he used to run and play.
Tears were streaming down my face, and my neighbor saw and offered her condolences.
I cleaned Squee's cage, replaced the vines and stuff, and now it's little Smidget's new home as he is growing up now.
I loved little Sguee, and feel responsible for not being proactive enough.
Though I think he was already past the point of being saved, I still feel like I let him down when he needed me the most
I am so upset, I have totally lost my appitite and just want to drink wine all day.
He stopped eating, didn't think it was very serious until a week went by, I had been hand feeding him because he had totally lost all coordination.
He could see (don't know how well) but could now catch prey.
Finally I took him out of his cage to examine him more closely.
I found 2 very large soft tumors, one on the side of his throat, the other on the oppisit side above the arm shoulder bone.
The throat tumor was obstructing his throat, so he was unable to swallow
solid food, and I had to feed him with a pipett of pureed food.
This 'force feeding" thing had him utterly miserable. so I made another vet appointment.
Day of the appointment (I had taken the day off work) and had made everything ready the night before.
I looked in on him, and he was laying dead on the bottom of his cage.
He was not black, eyes and mouth were closed, no sunken eye sockets
or patheticly thin body, and his color was actually that of when he was basking.
Seems like he suddenly just dropped!!
I put him in a tiny box and buried him in my backyard garden, right in the spot where he used to run and play.
Tears were streaming down my face, and my neighbor saw and offered her condolences.
I cleaned Squee's cage, replaced the vines and stuff, and now it's little Smidget's new home as he is growing up now.
I loved little Sguee, and feel responsible for not being proactive enough.
Though I think he was already past the point of being saved, I still feel like I let him down when he needed me the most
I am so upset, I have totally lost my appitite and just want to drink wine all day.