Sara
Sara passed away a few minutes ago. She was around four years, eight months old. We noticed over the weekend that she wasn't eating like usual. On Monday it was noticable and I brought her to the vet. They suggested antibiotics for a possible dental infection. Tuesday night she was still pretty active and I let her run around the apartment for several hours. When I put her back in her bin, she clambered at the corner trying to get out so I let her out for a while longer. I kept trying to feed her her favorite foods, even some by syringe.
But this morning she was awful. Even thinner, and refusing to try eating her favorites. I kept trying to feed her, but she wouldn't swallow much. This evening, Justin and I took turns holding her and she died while I held her.
One of my favorite memories this week is that at the vet, everyone loved her. She had the attention of no less than six different people who were amazed at how sweet and cute she was. Other hedgies curl up in a ball and have no interest in humans. But Sara just toddled around, sniffing and staring.
I hope she had a good hedgie life.
Goodbye, bushpig.