SnowyShiloh
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Jan, it's good to know that I'm not the only one who still has medicine in the fridge. I toss medicine containers from my living bunnies without a problem. And :hugsquish: to you and to Larry.
I didn't sleep at all last night. I've been up for well over 24 hours by this point. Maybe that's why I'm feeling so sad right now. I cried about Tallulah for the first time in a while. I miss everything about her- how soft her fur was, how she followed me everywhere and always wanted to be with me, how she'd do anything to get food, the warmth of her brown eyes, how sweet and little she was... And I remember how her eyes still looked bright and alive as she was dying and after she was dead, which completely confused me. Cinnabun was once so sick that his eyes were completely dead looking, and he recovered. But Tallulah's eyes still looked alive when she was dead. And I think how maybe she would still be alive if I'd got her to the vet sooner. I remember how her death was even harder because only seconds before she passed, hope started to grow in my heart and I thought maybe she would make it if we could get her to the emergency vet, but then her back arched and her lips pulled back from her teeth and her bowels were emptied on me. She did it a few times, and I don't remember ever in my life being more horrified. It would have been less painful if someone had been stabbing me in the leg.
I've had many small pets over the years, and while I've loved them all, there were three that had super special places in my heart. Cinnabun, Tallulah, and my cockatiel named Little Bird who suffered from many health problems too. Two of my hamsters, Hammie and Leonie, were also extra special. I'm missing them all right now. Ugh.
I didn't sleep at all last night. I've been up for well over 24 hours by this point. Maybe that's why I'm feeling so sad right now. I cried about Tallulah for the first time in a while. I miss everything about her- how soft her fur was, how she followed me everywhere and always wanted to be with me, how she'd do anything to get food, the warmth of her brown eyes, how sweet and little she was... And I remember how her eyes still looked bright and alive as she was dying and after she was dead, which completely confused me. Cinnabun was once so sick that his eyes were completely dead looking, and he recovered. But Tallulah's eyes still looked alive when she was dead. And I think how maybe she would still be alive if I'd got her to the vet sooner. I remember how her death was even harder because only seconds before she passed, hope started to grow in my heart and I thought maybe she would make it if we could get her to the emergency vet, but then her back arched and her lips pulled back from her teeth and her bowels were emptied on me. She did it a few times, and I don't remember ever in my life being more horrified. It would have been less painful if someone had been stabbing me in the leg.
I've had many small pets over the years, and while I've loved them all, there were three that had super special places in my heart. Cinnabun, Tallulah, and my cockatiel named Little Bird who suffered from many health problems too. Two of my hamsters, Hammie and Leonie, were also extra special. I'm missing them all right now. Ugh.