Merlit was my Flemish giant. She usually thunders down from the shelves of her hutch when I come with breakfast, but yesterday morning she just sat there, breathing heavily. The vet said she had a mild respiratory infection, and gas.
She ate all her medicine for the vet, and all her critical care food. I fed her with a syringe that afternoon. She began defecating that evening, and I thought she was getting better. When I woke up the next morning to make her food she was dead. She was five years old.
She was bonded to her brother. I wrapped her head in cloth, and laid the body in the hutch for him, before taking it back to the vet. He sniffed her, and sat beside her for a period of time. I think he understands that she is dead.
She ate all her medicine for the vet, and all her critical care food. I fed her with a syringe that afternoon. She began defecating that evening, and I thought she was getting better. When I woke up the next morning to make her food she was dead. She was five years old.
She was bonded to her brother. I wrapped her head in cloth, and laid the body in the hutch for him, before taking it back to the vet. He sniffed her, and sat beside her for a period of time. I think he understands that she is dead.
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