Post by tamsin on Nov 6, 2013 12:05:14 GMT 10
As mentioned in my intro post I currently have 33 mice. I've been going through my hundreds and hundreds of pics trying to find one of each mousey to show you guys. I'll try to start in the order I brought them home This is going to be a very, very long thread I will maybe just post one or two mice per day so it isn't as much to read.
Iara (ee-ar-ah)
"The mouse that started it all."
& Peanut
The tank was full of little girls (and maybe a boy or two...) but I just walked in, pointed at the little white mouse on the wheel and said "her." without even noticing the others.
I was incredibly uneducated back then, I didn't think to research mice before I got her since I grew up owning G-pigs and all other animals. So Iara spent her first 2 weeks at home without any mousey friends.
Then one day I looked into her tank and saw a baby! She had given birth to a baby girl who would grow up to be my big fat brindle, Peanut.
Iara and Peanut have lived a life of many changes. Changes in tanks, cages and friends. They are the strongest girls I have ever known and have been through so much. They have escaped, been captured, made new friends, seen friends have babies, witness old friends pass away, moved houses, been mini-golfing, mastered the art of begging and so much more.
Sadly they are reaching the end of their days. Iara became an OCD scratcher earlier this year after a younger mouse bit her ear. She was able to control her impulses to minimal damage for so long until she took a fall and cut open her front leg. She continuously scratched at the wound until it grew to cover almost the entire half of her body. I considered having her PTS every day, but whenever I did I would look at her deformed little body running around, still playing and eating and enjoying her life despite being crippled. She still has so much life in her eyes, we just couldn't say that it was the right time yet. We gave her steroids to help her heal and finally after a month she has let the wound alone. Unfortunately this means her attention is focused elsewhere, and she has pulled out most of the hair on her upper body and scratched her face a bit.
Peanut developed a mammary tumor around 2 months ago. For so long she's been proving to us just what kind of mouse she is: the kind that doesn't let anything stop them being who they are. Even when she started losing weight and the lump grew to get in the way of her hind leg, she never let it stop her. Sadly it is starting to rupture, so my baby girl's time is coming to an end.
We have made the decision that when Peanut goes Iara will go with her. They have never been separated and I don't think Iara would live long without her daughter. I can only cherish the days we have left together and be forever grateful for the endless joy they have brought since coming into my life.
The day I brought her home
Falling asleep on my stomach
Baby Peanut
Teenaged Peanut
Big fat adult Peanut
"Seeds! Give us seeds!"
Iara (ee-ar-ah)
"The mouse that started it all."
& Peanut
The tank was full of little girls (and maybe a boy or two...) but I just walked in, pointed at the little white mouse on the wheel and said "her." without even noticing the others.
I was incredibly uneducated back then, I didn't think to research mice before I got her since I grew up owning G-pigs and all other animals. So Iara spent her first 2 weeks at home without any mousey friends.
Then one day I looked into her tank and saw a baby! She had given birth to a baby girl who would grow up to be my big fat brindle, Peanut.
Iara and Peanut have lived a life of many changes. Changes in tanks, cages and friends. They are the strongest girls I have ever known and have been through so much. They have escaped, been captured, made new friends, seen friends have babies, witness old friends pass away, moved houses, been mini-golfing, mastered the art of begging and so much more.
Sadly they are reaching the end of their days. Iara became an OCD scratcher earlier this year after a younger mouse bit her ear. She was able to control her impulses to minimal damage for so long until she took a fall and cut open her front leg. She continuously scratched at the wound until it grew to cover almost the entire half of her body. I considered having her PTS every day, but whenever I did I would look at her deformed little body running around, still playing and eating and enjoying her life despite being crippled. She still has so much life in her eyes, we just couldn't say that it was the right time yet. We gave her steroids to help her heal and finally after a month she has let the wound alone. Unfortunately this means her attention is focused elsewhere, and she has pulled out most of the hair on her upper body and scratched her face a bit.
Peanut developed a mammary tumor around 2 months ago. For so long she's been proving to us just what kind of mouse she is: the kind that doesn't let anything stop them being who they are. Even when she started losing weight and the lump grew to get in the way of her hind leg, she never let it stop her. Sadly it is starting to rupture, so my baby girl's time is coming to an end.
We have made the decision that when Peanut goes Iara will go with her. They have never been separated and I don't think Iara would live long without her daughter. I can only cherish the days we have left together and be forever grateful for the endless joy they have brought since coming into my life.
The day I brought her home
Falling asleep on my stomach
Baby Peanut
Teenaged Peanut
Big fat adult Peanut
"Seeds! Give us seeds!"