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The night before Christmas Eve, I fed the brood as usual. I watched them take their first bite as usual. Then I saw something which took my breath away. Pixie's posture was very off. Esp at the shoulder blades. And my first thot was ... same as Snowie ... stroke ... lost the use of the legs ... etc, etc, etc. On top that, Pixie seemed to hv difficulty in breathing ... panting.
So I picked her up for a closer look. And true enuf, all of her four legs were moving in a distorted manner. Esp the left fore leg. And her rib cage seemed to be have closed up around her chest area. With that, the physical body had a hunchback-and-tensed-up look. Then I noticed that her eyes, they were so ... so tired ... so lifeless. It was then I knew it ... the end was near.
When I placed her back in the cage, she immediately went into the sand box. And stayed in there ... panting. Speaking of sandbox, she didn't pee at all during the week which was strange. So unlike her. Yet ... yet I didn't ... didn't trust my instincts to have a look at Pixie-ger. That makes her passing even more difficult to sink in.
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Pixie came to me unexpectedly when I was supposed to adopt a pudding.
12 Dec 2009 - 24 Dec 2010
Altho she didn't like my handling her, she always looked forward to mealtime.
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So long, Pixie-ger.
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