Psychobunny
Avid Member
I buried him this morning, 12F outside, and there I am in my yard, at 6:30am,
digging a hole with tears rolling down my checks and freezing.
He had been struggling with visceral gout for some time, and stopped responding to the medication.
He was so weak, he couldn't eat or even move. I had to pipette feed him.
He had even lost the ability to digest what I put in him.
He had a vet appointment Tuesday, and the vet suggested we euthanize him
then, there was nothing more he could do, even though he had consulted with
others, he thought this was the most humane course to take.
But, I guess Squee had other plans. Found him dead when I got home from
work yesterday.
Now I have a dark empty cage to stare at.
It was a long hard fight, and he was a real trooper, but we lost the battle.
Good bye my little friend
digging a hole with tears rolling down my checks and freezing.
He had been struggling with visceral gout for some time, and stopped responding to the medication.
He was so weak, he couldn't eat or even move. I had to pipette feed him.
He had even lost the ability to digest what I put in him.
He had a vet appointment Tuesday, and the vet suggested we euthanize him
then, there was nothing more he could do, even though he had consulted with
others, he thought this was the most humane course to take.
But, I guess Squee had other plans. Found him dead when I got home from
work yesterday.
Now I have a dark empty cage to stare at.
It was a long hard fight, and he was a real trooper, but we lost the battle.
Good bye my little friend