My only companion has left me. Last night I noticed that Gaius was being particularly quiet considering the night before he had been banging to get out of his cage.
I know he hadn’t been drinking enough the last week or so, but I also know he was at least two years old, if not more, and he was diabetic. So I had decided not to fork out hundreds of dollars like last spring and just wanted to see how things went.
He was still himself for the most part, climbing out of his cage, wandering around the place, getting into the kitchen cupboards (he liked the one with the grocery bags; loved to nest).
I guess he had enough though and I found him dead. This picture was from last week. You can tell he was thrilled to be photographed. (Actually he much preferred to walk on my laptop, but I wouldn’t let him.)
I think his last few weeks were good though. We’ve been having a lot of cuddle time lately. I’ll miss my furry friend.