Three hours ago Petey, a three year old gerbil, died in my hands with me holding his paw talking to him.
I will post about this soon in the Memorial forum; please check it later, and add your own thread for your gerb.
Petey had been a fat couch potato, but became very bony recently, plus he seemed unable to control his bladder: it was wet down there I guess from urine (not diarrhea). I have antibiotics, yogurt, and water with vitmains very gently with an eyedropper. VERY gently. Never force liquids in.
I knew he was not going to make it this morning so I got a young gerbil to replace him - Sapphire, a sapphire colored gerb (sort of a medium gray all over, like platinum). He, and Edan, a Dark eyed-Honey with a lightening gene, are getting to know each other know behind a split screen. Petey is in the big freezer; maybe I will bury him in the usual safe place (a big human cemetery) or just keep him.
He was just old, and maybe had cancer (?).
Your other gerb did not kill the other (whose name you never gave), but may have instictively tried to remove a dead body so the scent would not attract a predator.
It seems like yesterday (actually Nov. 2002) I found Petey ( a cream) and his white brother, Whitey, in a round tank in a pet store as tiny pups. Whitey died long ago, and now Petey is gone. His decline reminded me of my mother's - being reduced to an emaciated state.
As I held his paw him in my palm, his legs and arms moved and spasmed a bit, he opened his mouth, sort of stretched, and breathed his last.
I am glad I was there when he went. That usually does not happen.
So, I will post a thread in the Memorial section soon. Oddly it seems deaths come in groups, and then months go by with no deaths - sort of like the Grim Reaper visited.
Sorry for your loss.