Megan was one of my Bronlings, my first rescue litter. They taught me so much! She especially taught me to worry, as she was the runt of a litter of 13. So many of us beyond me worried, and cheered on the tiny pink runt girl.
1 day old
Well she listened to us and she thrived and grew :D
And completely stole my vets heart for lying still in her hand and bruxxing when stroked as a teeny baby
Megan and Angel stayed with me along with their 2 rejected brothers and their mom Bronwen.
Megan used to zone out completely…slowly keeling over as I stroked her
Then my lovely sweet babies grew up and really showed their true colours. They were split into a new group called the Punks…they became rude and opinionated with their gentler cagemates, but with the rough and tumble Punks they fit right in and had a long eventful life LOL
And then they were older, but of the 2 girls, Megan was the healthiest, or so I thought. Megan and Angel finally reverted back to the sweet cuddly girls from babyhood.
Last Saturday when I took Megan to the vet to be her sister's traveling companion for her tooth trim, she looked wrong. A bit puffed, a bit slow, a bit limp. I got her home and started watching her. Sigh…confusion, head bumping, knuckling…PT I started her on steroids and abs with my fingers crossed for a miracle. She responded a tiny bit, but not enough. Tonight I had a feeling, and took her to bed with me, and she died in the curl of my arms at 3:50 am. Just went to sleep…
Farewell my beloved baby, rejoin your family Bear and Didi who passed before you. I will watch over Angel and Tucker and your mom, until you come to get them. :heart:
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