Sad Side
The part of my week that makes it sad is what I discovered Thursday before going to work. My gerbil Falkor hadn't been coming out to see me when I come home and I thought that was a little suspicious. He will usually come out if I talk to him or open his cage door, but no such response. I lifted his house slightly to see just his feet sprawled out beside him and immediately dropped it closed.
Falkor has passed away. He is no longer gracing the world with his tube chewing antics or urge to dig to China through his bedding. Despite the fact that he was a little over 3 years old and lived a long life I still think he would have lived longer under some different circumstances.
See here is the deal. His old water bottle broke earlier this year and I had bought him a new one. This new one was not high quality and I discovered this was the case when I would walk in the door and just the vibrations of the floor would cause water to come out of it. When I inspected closer (after Falkor's passing) I saw the bedding was starting to mold because of the water that kept coming out. I feel like Falkor was made sick by the water bottle not doing it's job properly. Needless to say I threw out that water bottle and his cage because of the mold.
I'm still a bit sad and upset about loosing my luck gerbil, but he won't be forgotten. Chad and I buried him in the back yard and put his wooden house over his grave as a marker. That house was his and I wouldn't want any other gerbil using it. I'm going to miss that little guy.
He kept me company when I was new and lonely in Minnesota. He annoyed the crap out of me some nights with his chewing and digging that I had to keep him in the bathroom to block the sound. He gave me endless hours of free entertainment and had some dastardly plans to escape and rule the world, I'm sure. In the end I don't regret one minute of it and hope he likes his new home, in my heart.
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