Teddy Roosevelt
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I found my little Mousey-moo-moo face down in her water dish a few minutes ago, mouth agape and body all twisted up... dead, of course. After having a good cry I put her in a box. How do I dispose of her body? I can't bury her in the yard; even with the box, the dog would dig her up. I don't think I should put her in the trash due to laws against animal carcasses. I couldn't bear to flush her down the toilet like a goldfish. What do I do with her?
I'm so upset. She was so sweet and gentle. Even when I had to give her medicine a few months ago and probably traumatized the poor thing sticking syringes down her throat and soaking her in medicine, she never bit or struck. She never even tail rattled at me. She had such a sweet disposition and if you could've seen the color on her you'd probably faint; she had the pinkest pinks and yellowist yellows I've ever seen on a regular snow, she looked like a sunset. My parents told me I did everything I could and that she was obviously not right from the beginning, but I can't help kicking myself. What if I'd taken her to the vet again, or gone to a more herp centered vet? Would she still be alive today? I'm so upset.
I'm so upset. She was so sweet and gentle. Even when I had to give her medicine a few months ago and probably traumatized the poor thing sticking syringes down her throat and soaking her in medicine, she never bit or struck. She never even tail rattled at me. She had such a sweet disposition and if you could've seen the color on her you'd probably faint; she had the pinkest pinks and yellowist yellows I've ever seen on a regular snow, she looked like a sunset. My parents told me I did everything I could and that she was obviously not right from the beginning, but I can't help kicking myself. What if I'd taken her to the vet again, or gone to a more herp centered vet? Would she still be alive today? I'm so upset.