Well, I had a bit of a rough day yesterday. I tried to help carry a broken TV outside, and succeeded, but then everything went out on me going back inside. In the process, I hit my head on a wall pretty hard and my neck has been killing me since.
Then I had a nasty seizure at about 7pm and was in bed since.
I woke and went to the degus to greet them, and Willow was by the wheel, unmoving. Tara, always her pal, was hovering over her and looking at me as if to say, “She won’t get up!”
It was most definitely old age, as they turned 9 a few months ago. I bragged about it HERE.
I reached in to pick her up and it hadn’t been that long since she’d passed – she wasn’t very stiff. Still, it looked like she’d been sleeping so I hope she was comfortable. I wrapped her up carefully and put her in the garage freezer until we can bury her, then returned to give the remaining three girls some attention.
They were sniffing on my hand that held their sister and they groomed on my fingers a bit, their way of bonding, as well as climbing around on my arms (well, Tara and Cordy did, while Buffy ate some hay that I gave them). I started to leave, but then Cordy went to the hole leading down to where Willow had been and began to chirp for her sister. My heart was breaking so I stuck around a little longer to play with them some more. Eventually they went to do their own thing.
Here’s the most recent picture of her. She’s in front, always wanting the most affection: