It’s been a rough few weeks. My chinchilla, Creepus, fell ill again, and I ended up having to make the difficult decision to put him to sleep. He’d been sick for a while, it was only a matter of time, but it was rough all the same. At this point I’m just grateful that I had him in my life as long as I did. He was an awesome little dude.
Around the same time as this last bout of chinchilla illness, my cat also got sick. I took her to the animal hospital with a fever of over 105. She spent the night, came home with lots of drugs, and while it was very stressful, having her treatment to focus on was a nice distraction from the empty place left in my room where Creepus’ cage once sat. In order to give her the medications, I had to wrap her up in a towel.
My grieving process apparently consists of drawing lots of ridiculous homages. I channeled a bit of that energy into sending Creepus’ vet a card; they were amazing with him and I can’t recommend them strongly enough to anyone looking for a vet in southern Maine.