KristyR
Well-Known Member
I just went in to feed the girls, and Clara was curled up like she was sleeping, but she had gone to the rainbow bridge.
She has always been a tiny girl, but had lost some weight recently that had me and the vet concerned about her. Her top weight was 250 grams, but she was down to 200 grams about 4 weeks ago. We had her back up to 225 grams when I weighed her a few days ago. She was eating with great enthusiasm and was as active as all the other girls right up until the end. She had no lumps, no respiratory problems. I'd noticed that the water bottle in the cage she was in was getting emptied twice as fast as usual - for about the last two weeks, but she was eating well, gaining some weight, and with all that was going on with the boys, I didn't even give it a second thought.
She started out so timid and frightened. She hated to be held, but I finally got her to snuggle inside my shirt, and I'd look down and these giant, sweet black eyes would be staring back at me. From then on, she was sweet as could be. She wasn't afraid anymore, and she would run to be held when I opened the cage.
If I hadn't had food, I'd have just thought she was asleep. Her little face looked very peaceful, like Jake's did when he died, so I imagine her passing was easy. Thank God for that. They weren't from the same litter, but I'm fairly certain that Clara and Jake had the same parents. They could have been twins.
That's three now in three weeks. I'd really like to stop burying rats now. Please?
She has always been a tiny girl, but had lost some weight recently that had me and the vet concerned about her. Her top weight was 250 grams, but she was down to 200 grams about 4 weeks ago. We had her back up to 225 grams when I weighed her a few days ago. She was eating with great enthusiasm and was as active as all the other girls right up until the end. She had no lumps, no respiratory problems. I'd noticed that the water bottle in the cage she was in was getting emptied twice as fast as usual - for about the last two weeks, but she was eating well, gaining some weight, and with all that was going on with the boys, I didn't even give it a second thought.
She started out so timid and frightened. She hated to be held, but I finally got her to snuggle inside my shirt, and I'd look down and these giant, sweet black eyes would be staring back at me. From then on, she was sweet as could be. She wasn't afraid anymore, and she would run to be held when I opened the cage.
If I hadn't had food, I'd have just thought she was asleep. Her little face looked very peaceful, like Jake's did when he died, so I imagine her passing was easy. Thank God for that. They weren't from the same litter, but I'm fairly certain that Clara and Jake had the same parents. They could have been twins.
That's three now in three weeks. I'd really like to stop burying rats now. Please?