Bella gave birth today. When I went into the chin room at 6:30 there were no signs of any activity but then a chin started manic barking at 7:15ish. Talie went in to see who was making the commotion - yeah, like they are going to admit it. LOL - every chin sat there looking angelic, silently proclaiming their collective innocence. I wandered along to check on Bella again.

There was a little kit, slightly cold and a bit wobbly but beginning to dry off. I gave the kit to Talie to pop into a towel so she could help dry and warm her up and then went to see what else was happening. Bella was soaked and a little bloody and was pushing again. Unfortunately this second kit was breech and Bella had overdone it a bit on the clean up operation. The kit was stillborn - the legs and tail were intact (surprising because chinchillas often damage legs or tail during breech delivery) but she had removed the umbilical cord and had coninued to nibble the kit. I could not determine its sex because the genitalia were missing and some of the intestine as well.

Losing kits is always difficult but sometimes there it just nothing you can do - had I been in the chin room 5 minutes earlier I might have been able to help the kit out and it might have been alive ……….. you can drive yourself crazy with “might have” or “what if”. Some things are just not meant to be and nature can sometimes be a cruel mistress - knowing that does not make it any easier though and each loss is felt. If  each death did not touch me then it would be time to stop keeping chins - everybody who knows me knows that I’m too soft for my own good really! A sucker for a sob story and a push over for a misfit.

I took the poor little kit away from Bella and left her to settle a bit and pass the afterbirths (which she did successfully). Talie had, by this point, dried the first kit off some more but she was still a little cold. I popped her down my pyjama top and waited for the wriggling to start. Sure enough, after 5 minutes or so, the little kit was moving about and was nice and warm.

I popped her (keep saying “her” but need to check properly later) back in with Bella, changed the cage’s bimble pad for a clean one, made sure the heat mat was nice and warm, and left Bella to it.

So far all is quiet ………………. Bella seems to be settling with the little kit and the kit seems to be gaining in co-ordination.

Bella had twins in her last litter but the little charcoal only survived for a few hours and died snuggled on my chest. It seems she is destined only to have 1 kit survive.

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!

Chinchillas have become popular as pets over the last few years. Whilst some chins have always been sold as pets, the full implementation (January 2003) of the Fur Farming (Prohibition) Act 2000 meant that it was illegal to keep animals for the production of fur. Since then, the chinchilla “industry” in the UK has been geared solely towards pet keeping.

Since the first UK chinchilla forum appeared in 2002 the number of members using such forums has rocketed. Along with the positive aspects - better chinchilla husbandry (some of the original pet books contain erroneous information), support for people when going through challenging times with their chins, and the availability of like-minded people for networking - the forums have probably contributed to the increased number of chinchillas available and also to the number of unwanted chinchillas around the UK.

Chinchilla kits are incredibly endearing. They are born fully furred, precocious, and ready to go. They are appealing and as such it has become popular to try and breed them - with little or no knowledge of the potential pitfalls involved or the consequences. Forums have made it much easier to obtain chinchillas of both sexes or even as pairs and the resulting over breeding of pet or poor quality chinchillas is becoming more and more apparent.

Now I’m not saying forums are a bad thing - I cannot say that, since I moderate on 2 and administrate another with a couple of friends - but they can give a false picture of chinchilla breeding; making it appear lucrative (the price asked for some chins), and relatively easy. Some people never read the opposite side of the story - females that die in labour, kits that are still born or have some deformity or die after a couple of days, hand rearing 24/7 for weeks, prolapses …………. the list of potential problems is a long one.

What I am suggesting is that it is the responsibility of the forums to educate and provide support but to do it in such a way that people are discouraged from indiscriminate breeding. Indiscriminate breeding is the key phrase here. This is not easy - there is a balance between giving advice and being supportive when things go wrong and being judgmental. The problem is that forums are often targeted by numpties intent on trolling for attention or winding people up for fun.

That gets very tiring - trying to sort the genuine people asking for help and/or information and the trolls, intent on causing chaos. I don’t like trolls. I don’t like numpties. I don’t like people who lie from one forum to the next, one thread or post to the next and then get stroppy when they are caught out - hello? If you’re going to use the forums (which are perused by the same people in general) then for goodness sake learn to lie better! If you can’t get the story straight or the story changes from forum to forum you’re going to be found out and somone will point it out - quite often by me!

Monty’s Manor Blog is having to start over again - unfortunately there was a bit of a glitch and I lost all of the entries from last year.
Please bear with me while I try and do some “catch-up” posts.

Tonka is almost 6 months old!

I can’t believe it is nearly 6 months since I was at the vets with Bear and a still soggy from birth, small furry with a badly damaged paw. He has done remarkably well considering his bad start in life and he’s as cheeky as can be. 

Here is my gorgeous little (not-so-little?) trooper.