R.I.P. Lord Gilmore

Lord Gilmore passed away on Sunday, July 8th. When I awoke her to give her the antibiotics, the stress from riling her institgated a seizure. Seth and I held her down as to prevent more damage, but nothing could be done to save her. Her last few minutes were in our hands, slightly twitching until her tail held no more life. Realizing that she was gone, the dew that had transpired on my cheeks felt more pronounced. Her spiritless body felt topsy-turvy, I held her close to my chest, weeping about her departure. Since moving to L.A, Gilmore has been my confidant, playmate and best friend. We spent countless hours together; I used to joke that she was a reincarnated cat. There were times that she would lay on my leg and l would pet her until she had enough.

But the one that has missed her most was her cagemate, Gloria. They spent 2.5 years of roommate bliss. They groomed, fought and slept together. They would box each other for dominance, even though Gilmore would win while Gloria would have some urine on her behind. They moved out here together and they were very bonded. After her death, Gloria became very depressed and would only come out of her house for necessities, that was all. She was a changed animal, Gloria missed her Gilly.

Lord Gilmore loved her dust baths and rolling in the bath tub on her back. She was 2.5 years old.

Lord Gilmore ain't doing so hot

Well, I suppose you could ignore the last post about the epilepsy. I thought she was having a seizure but unfortunately, it is a lot worse. She has a respiratory infection, which could kill her. She hasn't moved much, and she hardly drinks water if at all. I loaded a syringe with a bit of water to hydrate her, which slightly woke her a bit. I took her to the vet and she wanted to keep her over night. On oxygen. I declined, only because I know that the stay would make her more stressed being without her cage mate. I did think it was sort of odd that they recommended that. As a small animal vet, wouldn't you know at least know that about gerbils? My other vet, knows her shit about a gerbil or two.
Continuing on, they prescribed two different types of antibiotics. I really hope they work because her butt looks pretty bad, almost to the point it could be Tyzzer's. I am hoping against hope that the Lord Gilmore can pull her self through this. She is a strong little gerb, I just hope she lives.

blood tears

Gloria has been having problems with her right eye lately. It has been secreting redish-iron colored goo. We usually clean away the debris, while Gloria protests. We finally broke down and spent the $90 on the vet to get her some eye drops. The vet was fantastic, very knowledgeable and personable with her. Although she doesn't appreciate newcomers and other wierd hands. She's a spoiled little gerb. I'll tell you that much.