I made this blog when I got Fang, so that I could look back after he’d gone and be reminded of what a special little guy he was. It has done its job perfectly.
Fang left us in April. Jaws had left us shortly before hand, and it broke Fang’s heart. Every day without fail, he’d wake up and search for him, calling out. It was the saddest thing. Seems the stress of losing him then allowed some internal tumours to take over, causing what was possibly a stroke.
After some medicine he looked to be getting better, but one night he started fitting. I had to compose myself to hold him down as he shook and slipped away. It was the worst night of my life until then, I’ll never forget it.
When I brought Fang home, I was suffering from depression (as I am to this day). Having a little face that depended on me, made tasks that had become impossible seem a little bit more do-able. I had to get out of bed every day, because Fang needed attention every day. Having to feed him reminded me to feed myself. Who would look after my boy if I wasn’t here? He was aggressive and scared, and I helped him get past that. In return, he helped me more than a little gerbil could ever comprehend. I miss him every day.
He’s left a legacy in the form of more gerbils than I had ever planned to own though haha. These guys have taken over Fang’s job of reminding me that somebody needs me to get out of bed. Somebody needs to hear my voice every day, and somebody needs me to look after them.
Right now, we still have Crash. He’ll be 3 in January if he makes it. He has no front teeth and weighs approximately zero grams, but there’s no signs of slowing down yet. He’s my wee old man, but still cheeky enough to climb on my shoulder and try to jump out of the playpen.
We also lost Twitch, back in November. Seems whatever it was that was never quite right finally took him away. This left baby Vader on his own, and I was faced with working out what was best for him. Despite all common sense, he’s still here, and not quite a baby any more! Don’t know how to describe Vader, other than that he’s like a tiny collie on ecstasy. He never stops going. Ever. He comes when he’s called and peers up at you like a puppy. He’s the sweetest wee thing.
In December, we adopted Squeak, who was on his way to the sspca after a fight with his brother caused his owner to give up on him. We had hopes of getting him and Vader together, but after a failed attempt at that, the pair live happily side by side in a permanent split. I may try to intro them again, we shall see. Squeak is the most laid back guy, it pains me that I can take no credit for his fantastic manners. He’s my cuddle buddy now.
So, yeah, 6 gerbils later, here we are. Thanks Fang!
Don’t expect much in the way of updates, I may upload a backlog of photos soon. Things have changed, and blogging is at the back of my priorities atm.
Thanks for reading if you have, sorry for the gap in service. Hope everyone is well, and I am here if anyone wants to chat. Cheers guys!
