Wellie died today.
I just found that picture in photobooth, I don't even remember taking it. I look like I haven't showered but I like it anyhow - I think it's the only one I have of him in Florida.
He woke me up twice last night doing I can't even imagine what. I shot out of bed both times because I thought someone was breaking in the house or getting shot, and each time I turned on the light he just sat staring at me, completely still. He's loud all the time, but this was entirely different and I've been looking at his cage trying to figure out what he might have been doing. I can't figure it out.
This morning when I woke up, I knew something was up because he didn't acknowledge me at all. Generally when get up in the morning, I go over to his cage and he bites my nose. Today he sat in the far corner, not even looking at me. Since I was running late for work, I told myself he'd be fine and ran out the door. I knew I was wrong though and as soon as I sat down at my desk at work, I'd wished I'd stayed home. Chinchillas thrive on attention. If they're feeling sad, they will give up and let themselves die. Maybe it wouldn't have made a difference, but it's awful to think that if I'd just stayed here and sat with him in my lap for a few hours, he would be fine.
Death seems to be everywhere right now. My friends have lost some of the most important people in their lives. Two people in my hometown passed away this week and a third is brain dead. My losing my pet chinchilla pales in comparison. Everyone is losing people that they love and I've been crying all night over an animal. I can't decide if I am being irrational or not.
I just found that picture in photobooth, I don't even remember taking it. I look like I haven't showered but I like it anyhow - I think it's the only one I have of him in Florida.
He woke me up twice last night doing I can't even imagine what. I shot out of bed both times because I thought someone was breaking in the house or getting shot, and each time I turned on the light he just sat staring at me, completely still. He's loud all the time, but this was entirely different and I've been looking at his cage trying to figure out what he might have been doing. I can't figure it out.
This morning when I woke up, I knew something was up because he didn't acknowledge me at all. Generally when get up in the morning, I go over to his cage and he bites my nose. Today he sat in the far corner, not even looking at me. Since I was running late for work, I told myself he'd be fine and ran out the door. I knew I was wrong though and as soon as I sat down at my desk at work, I'd wished I'd stayed home. Chinchillas thrive on attention. If they're feeling sad, they will give up and let themselves die. Maybe it wouldn't have made a difference, but it's awful to think that if I'd just stayed here and sat with him in my lap for a few hours, he would be fine.
Death seems to be everywhere right now. My friends have lost some of the most important people in their lives. Two people in my hometown passed away this week and a third is brain dead. My losing my pet chinchilla pales in comparison. Everyone is losing people that they love and I've been crying all night over an animal. I can't decide if I am being irrational or not.
