Spent a while at the vets yesterday evening. I am watching the decline of my Fragglerats and my heart breaks. I cried when the vet told me that Wembley has congestive heart failure, my beloved old man. I watch Fergus spin his hind legs uselessly some mornings and the lump in my throat is almost to much to bear. My original crew is getting to the point that they need more specialized care. Our alpha, tough old Wembles will need two meds twice a day for whatever time he has left. We are in the planning stage for a retirement cage *sigh*. Vroo, already one of the few standing from that batch needs some lumps removed. My babies are having a harder time and I feel helpless.

The younger kids seem careful of the elders and play lightly, tease and then cuddle. I find my heart filled with love at the care and attention even rotten youngsters will lavish on old fellas that cant play anymore. Chubbs spends his days with Fergus and will help him itch his back LOL, its a sight to see. Boo is the cage master when it comes to making sure ears are clean as a whistle. Heccles is the best blanket in the cage.

I am helpless. I knew this day would come, but it seems to get here far to quickly. I have been left with the choice of helping to ease suffering with medication or to allow nature to take its course. Truth is? my heart cannot bear to watch and wait, my selfish side will do whatever I can to keep them comfortable and here just a little longer. That few days, those weeks..they are worth everything and in the end, even the heartbreak and grief will have been worrth it, time well spent.