Sorry I haven't been on in a month. And in that month many, many things happened
A while ago, I said I though one of the July babies were pregnant. Well, turn out she was. And on Thanksgiving Day, she had 3 babies. Two boys and one girl.
When I saw them, I was worried for a couple of reasons.
1. The mom was born in July. Pretty young to be having babies. -scolds boys-
2. The babies were small. I knew from the beginning one, two or even all wouldn't make it.... I /tried/ to prepare myself.
The day after Thanksgiving, I went to check on the goos, and I couldn't find the girl. One of the boys was walking around in the hammock, and the other was sleepily looking around. Then I was the sleepily-looking around one was on top of a brown blob of fur, and well, she wasn't breathing.
She was much smaller than her brothers.
A couple days later, Sunday, I think. I went to go check on them and saw babies were 'milking' their mom. (I call it milking. =D It's just more fun saying that) The mom got up and out of the hammock and went downstairs. I went to check the boys and one was moving (the bigger-headed one) and the one who I've been letting come out of the hammock and out of the cage in my had wasn't breathing. From the position he was laying, it looked like he passed away while 'milking' his mom.
See, I knew this was going to happen. It's horrible, but it did. I felt sorry for the little babies. But I'm still not done with my story.
During the week, I think Tuesday. Whatever was the 4th, I went to check on all my goos once again. I checked the hammock, and could not find the one little boy who was left. I checked around the cage, the bottom floor, in the box in their cage, in the hammock; couldn't find him. So I left the room for about 2 minutes then came back in, and then I saw him on the top of the hammock, laying there still, not breathing. Now at this point I was just, so upset. I knew this would happen. I knew it would. But all three of them died and it just, hit me then. So I left and went to go get an ornament box, the prefect size, to go put him in. As I went back into the room, I saw the boy was gone and under his mom, like she was nursing him. At this point I was confused. I asked one of the girls sitting on the perch "Did he just come back alive?!?!?!?" and she just blinked and scampered away. So I started poking the mom from the top of the cage so I can see him, and saw that he was still dead. The only thing I thought now was 'Ohmigod she picked him up and is trying to get him to nurse her!' I was heart broken right now. I was so sad for me, for her, for him, and for his brother and sister.
(continued)
)for the full hour and continually taking the smaller girls out of the cage who could still fit thought the bars.
Visit Degu Rock - Dedicated to Degu Care & Welfare Worldwide 
