bitsy
Owned by Corns since 1991
Sad to report that I came home this evening to find Jonesy, my 24 and a half year old Corn, had passed away.
I'd been struggling to keep him going over the past six months. He'd lost condition and had a couple of regurges, turning into a really picky eater in between times. I tempted him back into regular eating with small mice and fuzzies and I knew that he was probably reaching the end, but it still hurts to lose him.
I found him curled up under his favourite warm side hide as though asleep, showing no sign that he'd passed in any kind of distress. It was a kind end for a companion who'd been with me through some very dark times. Sometimes just the normality of the feeding/cleaning routines, and the obligation to keep on because I had these lives to care for, kept me going when I might have given up.
RIP Jonesy, you grumpy old geezer. I'm not sure you ever did more than tolerate me, but we got used to each other and I'll miss you peering out of your hide whenever I walk by.
I'd been struggling to keep him going over the past six months. He'd lost condition and had a couple of regurges, turning into a really picky eater in between times. I tempted him back into regular eating with small mice and fuzzies and I knew that he was probably reaching the end, but it still hurts to lose him.
I found him curled up under his favourite warm side hide as though asleep, showing no sign that he'd passed in any kind of distress. It was a kind end for a companion who'd been with me through some very dark times. Sometimes just the normality of the feeding/cleaning routines, and the obligation to keep on because I had these lives to care for, kept me going when I might have given up.
RIP Jonesy, you grumpy old geezer. I'm not sure you ever did more than tolerate me, but we got used to each other and I'll miss you peering out of your hide whenever I walk by.