It's a sign.
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| Adams when he was a baby. |
It's with heavy heart that I write of the death of my poor little Adams.
He was a lovable, if somewhat goofy little guy.
He was afraid of everything. He loved peas, chocolate chips, bananas,
getting his head scratched and his brother Calhoun, even if Calhoun
bullied him all the time, especially around the food dish.
He suffered his whole life with terrible respiratory infections, but had
seemed to make some real progress in the last month or so, which
made his death all that more shocking. I'm still not exactly sure what
happened. He was little under the weather for less than a day, I left
him sleeping in the hammock and gave him a few peas to eat.
He had just been at the vets a few days before that, because I noticed
his fur was starting to thin. It was Calhoun's health that I was worried
about, because he seemed seriously sick. Now Calhoun is making a
comeback, and poor little Adams is gone, buried in the rodent grave
yard next to Mr. Rat. They never could get along in life, maybe
they can in death.
I'll miss the sweet little thing.
I am sorry to hear about him.
ReplyDeleteOh how sad :( Losing a pet IS losing a member of your family. RIP little Adams x
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tina and Lauren.
ReplyDeleteWhen you love rodents, you have to deal with the fact that they don't have very long lives, but it still hits you hard.
And I'm sorry if the formatting is messed up...it looks fine in draft, but I can't get the post itself right! I finally gave up.
It looked fine to me, Lynne. I had a pet mouse named Brutus once. He was albino. When I lost him, I didn't get another one. Buddy and Gizmo are enough and Gizmo isn't mine! He belongs to the oldest son. He's grown into his ears a little bit, but he still looks like a gremlin!
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