On May 28th I had to make the difficult decision to help Ares over the rainbow bridge at the grand age of 3.
I adopted Ares when he was thought to be 6 months old, discarded when his owners deemed him too fast. He was a timid little thing and so fearful of the human hand.
It took a while but he eventually got comfortable with me doing things in the cage and would happily potter around my hand. He never got brave enough to sit on my hand though, even if his favourite treats were involved.
He seemed happy though, even if I couldn't handle him. Providing various types of enrichment and materials were always greatly appreciated and he loved his whimzees and millet sprays.
In the past 6 months he had issues with mobility following a minor stroke and couldn't move as fast, but would still tootle along on his wheel and explore his cage to see what goodies he could find.
Over the bank holiday I noticed a few changes in him. I questioned his quality of life, was there anything I can do? If I can, how would that change things? I've always said it's best to say goodbye a day too soon rather than a day too late. I spoke with the vet and they agreed.
It's never easy to make the call but for some reason this felt different. Yes I was upset, but I knew he had lived an amazing life and I had done everything possible.
Rest easy little squish bean.
I adopted Ares when he was thought to be 6 months old, discarded when his owners deemed him too fast. He was a timid little thing and so fearful of the human hand.
It took a while but he eventually got comfortable with me doing things in the cage and would happily potter around my hand. He never got brave enough to sit on my hand though, even if his favourite treats were involved.
He seemed happy though, even if I couldn't handle him. Providing various types of enrichment and materials were always greatly appreciated and he loved his whimzees and millet sprays.
In the past 6 months he had issues with mobility following a minor stroke and couldn't move as fast, but would still tootle along on his wheel and explore his cage to see what goodies he could find.
Over the bank holiday I noticed a few changes in him. I questioned his quality of life, was there anything I can do? If I can, how would that change things? I've always said it's best to say goodbye a day too soon rather than a day too late. I spoke with the vet and they agreed.
It's never easy to make the call but for some reason this felt different. Yes I was upset, but I knew he had lived an amazing life and I had done everything possible.
Rest easy little squish bean.
