A bit on the quiet side. Chester died on the 29th, quietly and in no pain. The crew has been affected, especially Oliver, Theo, Neville, Giles, and Vasco, who took great care in guarding Chester and making sure he was kept safe and warm. It’s been a tough time for all of us. In many ways, Chester was the quiet, reassuring burble of laughter in the hearts of the crew, always playful and always tremendously affectionate. Chester was happiness on legs. He is missed.
Yesterday saw the dismantling of Playstation East, the rats were getting to bound to it, rarely bothering to come out, becoming shy and most certainly not getting enough exercise. So, it’s gone. But I did keep the drawers for them. Heh. Everyone is adjusting and settling into the new arrangement.
Though still dire ill, Chester has been well enough to be frustrated with the 1ml syringes. So, Rick was in town today and stopped by Pinehurst Clinic (our vet clinic) and asked about some larger ones, and came home with three 6ml syringes. Much better. Chester managed 22.5mls of food and drink for breakfast today.
Chester has a clean after being syringed food and drink. Chester is dire ill, and we don’t know if recovery is possible at this point. Chester has been my favourite, always. He’s my madman, and I love him more than words can say. All I can do is to do right by Chester, and making any decisions will have to await another visit to Dr. Angie.