UhHuhHer
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My poor little man finally passed away this morning. We've been battling pneumonia for over a month now. He was not getting better and I had suspected it was almost time to make a decision if nothing changed. He made the decision this morning. It hurt, but it was not a surprise. I found him in the cage when I went to feed them. I suspected when he wasn't in his sleephouse that he was gone. Eos had covered him in paper and got very upset when I uncovered him. They all got to say goodbye. They were not pleased to see him go.
I did all I could to help Phil get better, but it became apparent that he was not going to recover. It's just such a disappointment. He had just gotten through his neuter in September and was just getting attached to the girls. He got to enjoy their company and all the fun of the DCN before he died. I had just hoped he would get to grow old in that cage, with his new friends. He wasn't quite two.
He was my squishy man. He was so friendly and cuddly and loving. He wasn't so pleasant to my roommate's boys, but he loved the lady rats and was probably very content to die surrounded by them. He was not as adventurous as my girls, and he adored human attention and love, despite the fact that he would never let me kiss his face. He used to put his paws up and cover my mouth. He had a lot of personality and I wish I had had longer to really get to know him.
My whole household is in mourning. We're getting through it, but he was special to everyone in our home. He will be greatly missed.
I'm realizing, far too late, that I didn't get enough pictures of Phil. I don't ever take enough pictures. But I have a few that I wanted to share with this memorial.
These are my first two pictures with my little guy, last October.
Here's one of our few documented quiet moments together.
And here are some from when he was sick.
I did all I could to help Phil get better, but it became apparent that he was not going to recover. It's just such a disappointment. He had just gotten through his neuter in September and was just getting attached to the girls. He got to enjoy their company and all the fun of the DCN before he died. I had just hoped he would get to grow old in that cage, with his new friends. He wasn't quite two.
He was my squishy man. He was so friendly and cuddly and loving. He wasn't so pleasant to my roommate's boys, but he loved the lady rats and was probably very content to die surrounded by them. He was not as adventurous as my girls, and he adored human attention and love, despite the fact that he would never let me kiss his face. He used to put his paws up and cover my mouth. He had a lot of personality and I wish I had had longer to really get to know him.
My whole household is in mourning. We're getting through it, but he was special to everyone in our home. He will be greatly missed.
I'm realizing, far too late, that I didn't get enough pictures of Phil. I don't ever take enough pictures. But I have a few that I wanted to share with this memorial.
These are my first two pictures with my little guy, last October.
Here's one of our few documented quiet moments together.
And here are some from when he was sick.