There's a terrible lump in my throat as I write this.
Eevee died in my hands today. It looked like a stroke or seizure. She wasn't feeling well for a while; she had stopped running in her wheel, and put on a lot of weight. I was trying to get the weight off by giving her regular play time outside her tank, but she seemed to have lost her energy.
It was a slow decline, but it ended very quickly, which I am extremely grateful for. I wish there was more I could have done. She is buried in the backyard. Both my bf and I are very sad to see her go. He had a particularly big weak spot for her.
I believe she was between two and three years old. She had a rough start, being bought by a family who knew very little about proper gerbil care. But I think I gave her a very luxurious home. Throughout her brief stay with us, she was well supplied with multiple hideouts, tons of soft bedding, treats, chews, and toys.
R.I.P. girlie, you know that we loved you. You will be sorely missed! Take care