Chloe R.I.P
It was all very sad last week, when my eldest female chipmunk ‘Chloe’ took ill. She was behaving strangely on the Saturday, by building a nest in an un-used aviary. She seemed still grumpy with her brother Pickles, who after being her best friend for many years, was not welcome in her presence for the last couple of months. I put this down to it being the mating season. indeed I mention in my last post about Chloe, how she had started chirping for a mate way back in January.
On the Saturday I thought Chloe didn’t look all that steady with her climbing. But she was just going in to her new nest, so I couldn’t be sure in that fleeting glimpse of what I’d seen. The next day she had not come out of her nest box, so come midday I decided to investigate. I found her in next box, warm, but unwilling to move much. I gently lifted her out to take a closer look. She was very placid, I don’t mean she’s normally aggressive, but she was making no effort to run up on my shoulder, as chipmunks normally like to do. But her head did not look right, just between her ears, looked to be a small lump.
She stayed in her aviary that day, hardly coming out of her nest box at all., but she did come out once and took a long drink of water.
The next two days I closely watched her aviary, and around mid afternoon witnessed her come out of her next box. But each time she looked weaker than before. I’d moved her drink and favourite food to right outside her nest box.
Tuesday morning I spot her out of her nest box, she is climbing down the mesh to a shelf which also has a bowl of water on it. She makes it to the shelf, but slips, and falls 20cm to the floor, but on a bed of soft hay and torn up tissues. I reach in and pick up up, having another chance to examine her head. The lump on her head had has increased in size.
I phone my vets, who offer me an appointment that day. So I prepare the small cage I use to transport my chipmunks to the vets, and off we go. I sort of knew the likely outcome of this visit to the vet as I drove down there, with Chloe on the seat next to me.
At the vets, I lift her out of her transport cage and hold her gently in my hands. She is behaving as if she has had a fit, or has been sedated, poor thing is obviously not with it. Her ears were lying flat, was she in pain? The vet thought this was most likely a tumour on her brain, which had now got so big it was coming through her skull. I’m afraid there was nothing for it, as she was most likely in pain, but for her to be put to sleep.
My only regret was that I did not go with her out the back to just be with her as they administered the injection. I was there with Sue right to the end, but not with Chloe.
It’s horrible that what seems a perfectly healthy pet can go downhill so fast, but we hope if the time comes we can make the hard decisions and choose what’s best for our long term friends like Chloe.
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