Teddy was a young boy, he was only 2 and a half years old, born around the end of June on the summer of 2013. He came home on the 22 of August of that same year.
Yesterday in the morning I realized he was not himself. He was all the time on the tunnel and when I went to get his green pepper he didn't come out searching for it as he usually did. He didn't want to eat it neither, nor other veggies, snacks or bananas which he loved. He just looked away, or stepped back. I instantly called the vet and went there with him. It was bloat. They recommended me to hospitalize him so they could take proper care of him, handfeeding him and giving him some injections every few hours. They told me I could give them a call at 10 pm to see how he was doing... And although I knew it was something serious, I really REALLY thought he would make it, and that I would go there today to pick him up and bring him home. When I called them, they told me that he had just passed away... My heart broke into pieces.
It looks like he had bloat for a few days now, because the xray showed his stomach quite huge, and his glucose was also high. They did give him meds, but nothing could be done. At first I really thought he had a chance because I thought I did catch it on time because until that same morning he didn't show any sign... but it seems like I didn't.
He was a really happy boy. He popcorned a lot when his cage was cleaned, when I sweep the room around his cage or just every now and then because... of no reason. He had a huge personality, and although he always though he was the one in charge, he followed me wherever I would go during his floor time.
He was never on the loud side. He sometimes talked to you a little bit louder to get your attention, but after he realized that you were looking at him, he just sat over his tunnel and waited patiently for the food or just for some cuddles. He also loved to sleep over my hand during floor time.
I never know how to express myself on serious situations, so this is not the best way of describing him. He was much more than that of course. I'm just not able to put it into words.
He was my sun to my cloudy days...
And I love him with all my heart, and I'm really missing him.
Popcorn free, my sweet sweet Teddy-bear.
Yesterday in the morning I realized he was not himself. He was all the time on the tunnel and when I went to get his green pepper he didn't come out searching for it as he usually did. He didn't want to eat it neither, nor other veggies, snacks or bananas which he loved. He just looked away, or stepped back. I instantly called the vet and went there with him. It was bloat. They recommended me to hospitalize him so they could take proper care of him, handfeeding him and giving him some injections every few hours. They told me I could give them a call at 10 pm to see how he was doing... And although I knew it was something serious, I really REALLY thought he would make it, and that I would go there today to pick him up and bring him home. When I called them, they told me that he had just passed away... My heart broke into pieces.
It looks like he had bloat for a few days now, because the xray showed his stomach quite huge, and his glucose was also high. They did give him meds, but nothing could be done. At first I really thought he had a chance because I thought I did catch it on time because until that same morning he didn't show any sign... but it seems like I didn't.
He was a really happy boy. He popcorned a lot when his cage was cleaned, when I sweep the room around his cage or just every now and then because... of no reason. He had a huge personality, and although he always though he was the one in charge, he followed me wherever I would go during his floor time.
He was never on the loud side. He sometimes talked to you a little bit louder to get your attention, but after he realized that you were looking at him, he just sat over his tunnel and waited patiently for the food or just for some cuddles. He also loved to sleep over my hand during floor time.
I never know how to express myself on serious situations, so this is not the best way of describing him. He was much more than that of course. I'm just not able to put it into words.
He was my sun to my cloudy days...
And I love him with all my heart, and I'm really missing him.
Popcorn free, my sweet sweet Teddy-bear.
So sorry for your loss. He was such a sweet, pretty little boy. He did not deserve to die so young. Sleep well, Teddy. You will be missed. 
