About two months ago, I had posted on behalf of my chinchilla Smudge about illness and his age affecting him. He had recovered from the brief sickness he'd had, still retained some of the lethargy, but overall seemed to be doing fine.
Last night, I came home from school and found him looking to be laying in his usual sleeping position. For the last 6 months, he slept very still and my mom and I would sometimes be afraid he had passed, so we would make a small noise or look carefully to see his fur moving up and down with his breathing.
When I looked in last night, he was not. He'd passed sometime in the morning after I had left for school. There were no signs of any kind of sickness, any injuries, or anything of the sort, so I am of the mind that old age finally got to him at 13-14 years of age.
We buried him this morning alongside the graves of the previous ones I've had (both his mates and one of his mate's twin who died shortly after birth.). Looking at his empty cage makes my heart ache and after 13 years, all my chin babies are gone now. They all lived long and well cared for lives and I hope that Smudge's passing to the next realm was peaceful.
I love you my baby boy. You brought so much joy to my life. Thank you.
