MyBoyHarper
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It's amazing and I'm still in shock and awe.
3 days ago, I cleaned out Beckham the mousie's tank much. I cleaned it well and put him back in it. And I forgot to feed him. And for 3 days, I've been so busy, I assumed he had food and didn't worry about it. Last night, I found him in a corner of his tank, laying on his side. I had a feeling he was dead, or very close to it. And I was right. I pulled his tank off the shelf and was horrified whenI saw that his bowl was still wiped clean and not one seed was in his tank. I wanted to scream and cry. After everything he's been through, I had ended his life because I was too busy to remember to feed him.
So I opened his tank and picked him up. He was ICE COLD. He litterally felt like an ice cube. He was barely awake and completely limp. He was also barely breathing and his tail and feet were pure pale white. And the skin on his back was tinted blue. I felt so guilty, I couldn't even think.
I ran and got some nutri-cal and tried to get him to take some. He let it dribble out of his mouth, but I kept hoping that he had gotten just a drop or two to raise his blood sugar. For hours aftewards, he still didn't move. He just layed on the bottom of the tank barely breathing and looking like he was just about to die. He was also still just as pale.
I filled his bowl to the top with seeds and I set him on top of it. He just layed there motionless and I knew I'd find him dead this morning. I prayed to God that if he was meant to live to let him pull through. And if not, to let him go peacefully and painlessly.
About 2am, I could've SWORN I heard Beckham's squeaky little wheel going. I heard it only for a brief second and then it dissapeared. I chalked it up to wishful thinking and being half-asleep, so I went back to sleep. At 7am, I heard that wheel going 50 mph. I got up and looked, and Beckham was alert, active and running around like nothing had happened! He ran to the glass, looked at me, and then jumped on his wheel as if to say "Hey Mom, look! I'm feeling better!"
I thanked the Lord and was so thrilled to see that he had pulled through! What he went through last night and to make it through and be like he is this morning is a true miracle. I'll never forget to check his food bowl again!
3 days ago, I cleaned out Beckham the mousie's tank much. I cleaned it well and put him back in it. And I forgot to feed him. And for 3 days, I've been so busy, I assumed he had food and didn't worry about it. Last night, I found him in a corner of his tank, laying on his side. I had a feeling he was dead, or very close to it. And I was right. I pulled his tank off the shelf and was horrified whenI saw that his bowl was still wiped clean and not one seed was in his tank. I wanted to scream and cry. After everything he's been through, I had ended his life because I was too busy to remember to feed him.
So I opened his tank and picked him up. He was ICE COLD. He litterally felt like an ice cube. He was barely awake and completely limp. He was also barely breathing and his tail and feet were pure pale white. And the skin on his back was tinted blue. I felt so guilty, I couldn't even think.
I ran and got some nutri-cal and tried to get him to take some. He let it dribble out of his mouth, but I kept hoping that he had gotten just a drop or two to raise his blood sugar. For hours aftewards, he still didn't move. He just layed on the bottom of the tank barely breathing and looking like he was just about to die. He was also still just as pale.
I filled his bowl to the top with seeds and I set him on top of it. He just layed there motionless and I knew I'd find him dead this morning. I prayed to God that if he was meant to live to let him pull through. And if not, to let him go peacefully and painlessly.
About 2am, I could've SWORN I heard Beckham's squeaky little wheel going. I heard it only for a brief second and then it dissapeared. I chalked it up to wishful thinking and being half-asleep, so I went back to sleep. At 7am, I heard that wheel going 50 mph. I got up and looked, and Beckham was alert, active and running around like nothing had happened! He ran to the glass, looked at me, and then jumped on his wheel as if to say "Hey Mom, look! I'm feeling better!"
I thanked the Lord and was so thrilled to see that he had pulled through! What he went through last night and to make it through and be like he is this morning is a true miracle. I'll never forget to check his food bowl again!
