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Our animals are dropping like flies.
Jun. 7th, 2014 11:04 amAt one point last year we had 16 pets in this house. (14 mice, 1 cat, 1 dog). The mice fairly quickly reduced in number and we held steady at 2 for awhile. Then we got down to 1. And that, I admit was nice. We had one of everything. About two weeks Magic Cat (who's paper name, I kid you not was Hoot Owl on a Magic Carpet) didn't seem to be herself. She wasn't climbing onto the bed to sleep with me at night. She was vomiting frequently (even water), and then quit eating. We watched her closely over the Memorial Day weekend and she seemed to get a bit better, as in she was able to keep fluids down, but still wasn't her normal lovey self. I took her into the vet on Tuesday, and we ran some blood work. Turns out she was in kidney failure and yes there was (expensive) treatment, but there was no guarantee it would work. Then we noticed that even though she was keeping fluids down, she lost control of her bodily functions, and really couldn't walk. So last Thursday we said good bye to Magic. The children did very well and there were tears all around. Best kitty ever.
Yesterday, while I was sitting at the table with Gwen working on sight word memorization, Elli comes over to us and puts Cookie (our last surviving mouse) on the table and says "He's dead." Since he was curled up in a ball and not moving, I conceded that her statement was correct....and a hasty funeral was put together quite quickly.
Charlie the dog is the last animal standing. Good dog!
I've put a moratorium on further animal acquisition until we figure out:
A. If we are moving
B. Where we are moving if we are, in fact, moving.
I have to admit. This is somewhat difficult for me. I want another cat. And I'm thinking a full size hamster or rat this time around in the rodent department. We have two cages, so we shall see.
Yesterday, while I was sitting at the table with Gwen working on sight word memorization, Elli comes over to us and puts Cookie (our last surviving mouse) on the table and says "He's dead." Since he was curled up in a ball and not moving, I conceded that her statement was correct....and a hasty funeral was put together quite quickly.
Charlie the dog is the last animal standing. Good dog!
I've put a moratorium on further animal acquisition until we figure out:
A. If we are moving
B. Where we are moving if we are, in fact, moving.
I have to admit. This is somewhat difficult for me. I want another cat. And I'm thinking a full size hamster or rat this time around in the rodent department. We have two cages, so we shall see.
