early this morning, I got up to do my normal routine which included giving my mouse Fievel his morning cheese treat. normally when I open the bag he pops up really excited and ready to snatch it out of my hand but not this morning.
this morning he barely moved and never opened his big beautiful brown eyes. he barely got up so I opened his cage to see if something was wrong and this horrible feeling came over me. I knew I was watching him slowly die.
I was devastated. I cried my eyes out as I watched him struggle to find his cheese treat. all I could do was surround him with love and food and water. I watched as he slowly are his favorites foods that he normally would eat so quickly. then he struggled to his little but where he took his last little mouse breaths.
I know he was just a mouse but all of my pets are like my children. It's a still a loss to us and we are both so upset by his passing. I had to work this morning but when I left I grabbed a toothpick box for his tiny mouse casket.
I made him a nice little casket that I filled with his soft bed fluff that he used to love to bury himself in. sometimes I would watch him rearrange all the bedding to one side and make a little nest. I filled it with a few of his cheese treats which really were his absolute favorite. I laid him right in the middle. it brings me a little peace knowing that we surrounded him with love in his dying moments, whether he knew it or not. we will be laying him to rest outside in our yard later today, which I know will be hard.
I hate goodbyes 💔
