I’m so sorry about poor Beaker. They’re such fragile animals.
Perhaps if I could have afforded to keep her in the oxygen chamber overnight, the results would have been different, (she tells herself.) But on the other hand, why wasn’t I told it was fatal? I would have just had her put down to avoid all her suffering for three days and nights.
Shoulda, woulda, coulda. Gonzo is much quieter than usual. I put the perches back in the cage, and he’s content to have something to roost on besides the top part of the side of the cage. Goofy little thing.
I hope it isn’t contagious because if it is, I’ll just have Gonzo put down, rather than see him go through what poor Beaker did.