Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Final Other Things. RIP Heber

And then, with only minutes before my final, Heber was out on a perch, looking... off.  I offered him a treat, he didn't take it. I immediately grabbed him off the perch to check him over.  There was diarrhea on the perch. I pinched his skin and it tented: Dehydration.  I tried to make him drink from his bottle, he wouldn't.  He started sliding down the bars of his cage, too weak to climb.  I held him and gave him Pedialyte from my glider 1st aid kit drip by drip in a syringe.  He was doing a little, but not much, better. I had to go to the test, but I felt sick about it.  I made my mom promise she would make him drink every few minutes and after I got out I wanted to take him to the emergency vet if he wasn't looking much better.

I took my test, doing horrible, by the way, thinking about Heber the whole time.  My brother texted me saying they had decided to take him in before I got home because they said they could give him subcutaneous fluids.  I said, YES, thank you. I felt a little, but not much, better.  As soon as I was done I told HerMajesty I was sorry but I had to go and raced out of the room.  It was probably an hour since I had left Heber.  Rinny and Mom picked me up and just walking to the car I knew. They had been crying.  I started to cry.  They said Heber had died just a little after being seen by the Vet.  He discovered a tumor on his stomach, a large one.  After getting him back, I felt it, it was like a marble.  He said that it was that tumor that killed him.  He said I did the right thing with the fluids, but that he was just sicker than that.  I just... I didn't know.  How long has he had it?  Dr. Dobson didn't catch it during his check up last month.  How fast did it grow?  What could I have done?

I try not to play favorites with my suggies, but I will be honest. Heber was it.  I loved that little boy so much!  Maybe part of it was how much he had to over come, how sickly he started out, but he was my bravest, my sweetest, my funniest, my smartest... he was my everything.  Heber was my baby and now he is buried in the roses in the front yard.  Dad built him a wooden casket.  We buried him in the garden and then put a stepping stone that I made at Leadermete last year on top.  It looks nice.  I said a prayer, and put some rose petals in the hole.  I also put Heber in their Lilo and Stitch pouch before putting him into the box.  I just... wanted him to be comfortable in there, you know?

I don't know what I am going to do with out him.  I have this All Things Animal Fair booth about sugar gliders on Saturday and I just... I don't know if I can do it.  And Critters 2 Go... he was the star! And my presentation tomorrow... it was about Critters 2 Go and my service project doing it for the Scouts, I just don't know.  I don't know what I am going to do. I am just aching so much, I just feel sick.

1 comment:

  1. I'm so sorry for your loss. I am mama to three teenaged cats who have been with me since their first months of life, and I dread the inevitable day(s) when they go. My heart really goes out to you; I can only imagine how hard this is for you.