Tonka’s Birthday and a Sad Departure

Good grief! How time flies. Tonka (aka Fingerbobs) is a year old today.

He celebrated his first birthday with an extra mini shredded wheat and a good old tickle under the chin. The shredded wheat went down well; the tickling did not. “Mr Independent” has become a stroppy adult, even more so since he lives with Gracie. Oh yes, he’s quite protective of his Mrs. Tickling, it seems, is not dignified for a chinchilla in his position – I had my hand firmly shoved aside and he proceeded to nibble me in disgust. Gracie just watched from her dust bath.

Today was also marked by the sad passing of dear Maya. Recently she had begun to show the earliest signs of discomfort when she was eating and would only take the syringe food. Debbie and I discussed her future and we both agreed that the time was right for her to be given a dignified, peaceful, and pain free rest.

I took her to see Jade after giving her one last syringe feed – she went in her beloved cozy bed, warm and with a full tummy. Just as I promised.

Putting any animal to sleep is heartbreaking but putting a spirited one to sleep is even more heart-wrenching. Maya had such a zest for life but her body (her teeth in this case) betrayed her. I popped her in the anaesthetic box still tucked up in her bed and bless her she just sat there…. and sat there ….. and stubbornly sat there! She fought the anaesthetic. There was no struggling, just an iron-willed defiance as she sat in her bed. For a few moments I agonized over whether I was doing the right thing for her. I almost asked Jade to stop – just for a split second – but I looked at Maya’s little face and I just could not put her through any more. To do so would have been incredibly selfish.

In some respects it was the hardest euthanasia I have participated in – others were excruciating in different ways but Maya; dear, stubborn, feisty, precious and amazing Maya had made me question my decision. No other chinchilla has ever made me do that – regretted having to do it because the loss is painful, yes but question the decision? No. When I took the emotion out of it and looked at the situation from a purely clinical viewpoint I knew it was the right decision.  Maya had rocked my confidence – even though, in my heart of hearts I knew I was doing the right thing for her.

Jade was brilliant – she has carried out so many euthanasias for me over the last 3 years or so and she knows me very well. When Maya was gone she felt Maya’s bottom jaw and simply said “1 million percent right decision”. In that moment it was one simple sentence which meant so much.

I brought Maya home, now forever sleeping in her beloved bed – she will be buried in The Manor alongside all the other precious little souls. I should imagine chinny heaven is in for a wake-up call.

Sleep well, Maya – I hope you’re causing chaos wherever you are!