Angel and J'ian think that Elinore is dying. She does look quite tragic and sad and is not active at all. She stopped scrambeling when you pick her up. She sits there seemingly trying to dislodge something and they say she's having trouble breathing, but that there is nothing inm her throat.

Now, i'm sad and i want to make it all better for her, but she reminds me of Brat's gerbils, Trouble and Dirt. About a week or two after Trouble died of cancer, Dirt turned to the wall and willed himself dead. They were old for rodents and had been littermates and best friends all their lives so we were prepared for it; sort of expected it. Dirt was never the brightest thing in the world, anyways, he truly believed that the cat was his buddy, too.

Right now she is sitting on Angel's shoulder, pressed against his neck just convulsing and occasionally chirping.

My poor, poor darling.

Well, on further study, it does seem that she's closer to three years old than two and she's never been a real pet until this last week with us. She was always alone in her cage and ignore until there was a party at the house and then everyone would get her out and pass her around. There was the day she spent in the snake cage, too. She's had an exciting and wild life for such a little critter.

This is breaking mine Angel's heart.

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confessed on Friday, Mar. 15, 2002