9944Rest in peace, Bootsie. In early October, I lost Artie, one of my mice. Since they only live to be around two years old, I predicted then that I’d lose the other two within 6-12 months. Bootsie died sometime last light, after a three day struggle with intestinal bloat. I checked all kinds of pet mouse sites for ways to help, but all of them told me only to give her lots of water and to massage the gas bubble. I tried, but she wouldn’t drink any water and I couldn’t massage any of the gas out. She was about twice her usual size when she died. I know I’ll lose the last of the mice, Kitty Pryde, sometime soon, but she looked quite healthy when I checked her today.
Oh, I’m so sorry 🙁
RIP Bootsie.
I think I will get out of rodents for a while after I move home to Cairns – if my special boy Brac is still alive by then I’ll take him with me, but he will be my last for a long time. Their short lives are just too heartbreaking to do over and over again.
Mice aren’t as personality packed or as long-lived as ratties, so I’m not cry-your-heart-out attactched to them. They do have their own heads, but they’re mostly about as personality-filled as a fish.
Aw, I was the one that named her, too 🙁 Poor Bootsie, we hardly knew yee
sucks hon