R.I.P.
In memory of Dandruft
you'll always be my little baby
In memory of Dandruft
you'll always be my little baby
Dandruft died of old age on October 6th, the day of my birthday celibration. He lived for three, four, maybe five years. I'll never know because I got him at supposevly 1 year old. He had a tumor in his ear that was causing him pain. He would scratch it so much that blood would splatter all over the cage. His eyes grew dull and his fur rough as the weeks passed on and I knew his time was coming. When he died the shock was still there. His cage-mate ,Scout, his son was in a flurry. Scout is in progress of getting a new cage-mate: Pepper, an agouti (distant sister). Dandruft's brother Alfalfa is still alive no showing any signs of degrading. I miss Dandruft and it hurts me to see him go, but I'm glad he isn't in pain any more
