Thursday, November 17, 2011

Mice in Many Forms and Moods

The bad news is that after tomorrow, I will only have two mice.

Whiskers—you remember Whiskers, right?—she has a tumor. And it's been getting bigger. And it's time. I'm going to take her to the vet tomorrow. And I'm really sad about it.

From earlier, happier days, full of healthy mice and tiki huts.

Whiskers was one of the best mice. Whenever it was food time, she would come up to the side of the aquarium and put her little feet on the glass. She is a greedy little mouse. She has a fun little personality. I love her. I will miss her.

In other mouse-related news, the good news is that Squeaky is getting a lot better.

You might remember that Squeaky was scratching herself raw for a really long time. I have been giving her antibiotics and pain medication at least once a day for months now. This regimen was keeping her mostly okay, although sometimes she would rip open a new gash.

It was actually kind of horrible.

But now, she is regrowing fur on all her bald spots. I'm weaning her off of her pain medication, because I don't know if it's addictive and I'd hate to see her going through withdrawal. I think that makes me both compassionate and a little crazy.

You can see one of the last bald patches there.
Under her eye there used to be completely bald and gory.

Hmmm. When I set out to write this post, it was going to be a lot funnier than it ended up. But now all I feel is sad. I don't even have anything funny to say about Gerbil the mouse. But she seems healthy, thank goodness/knock on wood.

Okay, OTHER news. I went to the Autistic Self Advocacy Network 5-Year Anniversary Celebration tonight and it was awesome. I got to meet some very cool people, and I got to hide behind a veneer of Serious Journalist. (You'll read about the event at Autism Unexpected sometime next week.) I want to tell you about it, but I have to do some thought processing first. So until then, I will give you this photo of THE MOST AWESOME DESSERT EVER that they served at the event:

It's like they knew I was coming and would 
soon-to-be mourning a black and white mouse.

I think that's all my mouse news. Now I'm depressed.

Algernon would like to cheer you up by offering you a business card.

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