Dale passed this morning.
He was a handsome olive cinnamon with mostly English breeding. Poor Dale has had lung deficiencies since I first rescued him, and had been beat on about a week ago by Storm. My poor boy had gained a bald spot from the plucking/fight, making him look decidedly older than 4 years.
For the last week, he'd been in the isolation cage to hopefuly gain enough rest and food to recover, but it was just too much for him. Last night we sat together and watched TV, said Bye to his sibling Chip, and he curled up on the floor of his iso-cage. He never woke.
I will miss you Dale. You were indeed a blessing in disguise.