You can't dig a proper hole in the ground in December. For one, there's snow on top. Then there's the whole hard thing... which hinders the whole hole thing.
So no burying G'Quan. And I wasn't going to keep her around until spring. And while I considered for just an instant cleaning the bones and using them for something, I know her bones weren't in the best shape to begin with.
One of the problems had to do with eggs. I could see she was bloated a little with them. They interfere with good digestion and rob her of calcium. I had been supplementing, but that only goes so far. She needs time after to recover. But sometimes she has had trouble pushing them out. Eventually they can get reabsorbed if her body decides they won't come out.
But there were other things going on. It hasn't been a good living condition downstairs since the flood last year. Paint fumes, even with open windows and fans. Sanding dust, that even with everything covered became all-pervasive. Cleaning over the weekend, stirring up all manner of dust and cat hair/dander.
Too many straws to know which one was the final one. There is some guilt going on, but I do know it's not really my fault. I could have done better. Next time I will. I'm having to do better on a lot of things. One more for the list.
We had little anoles in the motorhome. We got the iguana pretty shortly after settling down again. Anoles don't live all that long. Iguanas can last 15-20 years. This one made it...8? Middle age. About my age, proportionally...
Tonight I dropped her off at a pet crematorium. $12 cash. The shop was mostly closed, and he was willing to take what cash I had on me rather than reboot his computer for the credit card. It was supposed to have been $30.
I would say more if I were more awake. But I'm exhausted. Amy is already asleep. So I'll cut the post short. Maybe that's appropriate.
Posted by fictionman at December 18, 2007 11:01 PM | TrackBack (0)