Butterfinger
Well-Known Member
It's all my fault....
I should have known...somehow. I always had a bad feeling about the Aspen bedding, but everyone said it was okay, and I used it, and I can't help but think that's what killed my little boy..... Other thoughts run through my head, "You shouldn't have tried to litter train him for so long. He was so messy in the end, it must have killed him."
But today....it must have been about a half an hour ago, I Heard Butter shuffling around in his cage, like he couldn't get comfortable....but also like he was having trouble moving his back legs. He would lie down funny, and get up, and lie down again.
I went over there, fear starting to clutch at my heart as I called his name uneasily.
The moment I turned on the light, I knew my boy was dying.
I picked him up and held him in my lap, stroking him and rubbing his tummy, in the desperate hope that it was stasis and I could bring him out of it.
After a minute or so, I knew it was hopeless, though I kept rubbing his tummy, petting him, and begging him to be alright...not to leave me....
After what seemed like an hour, but was only few minutes later, he went into a seizure. Then he died in my arms.
I can't stop crying.
I don't know what to do.
I've lost my little boy....my little Butter..... I put him in the box I keep his hay in, and closed it.. I don't know what to do...I can't bury him, I live in an apartment. I don't want to throw him away.... I couldn't possibly... Oh Butter, I'm so sorry....
Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry.... I know I killed you.... I'm so sorry.....
Here are pictures of the way you should be.....would still be....if I hadn't taken you here and ruined you. Oh Butter....
I'm so sorry.... my little boy......... I'm sorry....
I should have known...somehow. I always had a bad feeling about the Aspen bedding, but everyone said it was okay, and I used it, and I can't help but think that's what killed my little boy..... Other thoughts run through my head, "You shouldn't have tried to litter train him for so long. He was so messy in the end, it must have killed him."
But today....it must have been about a half an hour ago, I Heard Butter shuffling around in his cage, like he couldn't get comfortable....but also like he was having trouble moving his back legs. He would lie down funny, and get up, and lie down again.
I went over there, fear starting to clutch at my heart as I called his name uneasily.
The moment I turned on the light, I knew my boy was dying.
I picked him up and held him in my lap, stroking him and rubbing his tummy, in the desperate hope that it was stasis and I could bring him out of it.
After a minute or so, I knew it was hopeless, though I kept rubbing his tummy, petting him, and begging him to be alright...not to leave me....
After what seemed like an hour, but was only few minutes later, he went into a seizure. Then he died in my arms.
I can't stop crying.
I don't know what to do.
I've lost my little boy....my little Butter..... I put him in the box I keep his hay in, and closed it.. I don't know what to do...I can't bury him, I live in an apartment. I don't want to throw him away.... I couldn't possibly... Oh Butter, I'm so sorry....
Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry.... I know I killed you.... I'm so sorry.....
Here are pictures of the way you should be.....would still be....if I hadn't taken you here and ruined you. Oh Butter....
I'm so sorry.... my little boy......... I'm sorry....