No more cages

Thursday morning as I was preparing to leave, I took Franz out to play while I cleaned his cage. I quickly noticed that he wasn't feeling his usual chipper self, so I asked Jaclyn to take him to the vet right away. While we waited for her to arrive I held him for a bit and gave him some water.

On the way to the airport we got a phone call and bad news. Franz was in a lot of discomfort, and was seriously ill. Diagnosing and treating the poor little guy would take time and weren't likely to be successful even if he survived long enough to see them through. Instead of forcing him to endure any more we decided to put him to sleep. My family and Erin buried him in the woods behind my parents' house. I really appreciate all of their help.

In the end he had a fairly common spleen cancer that is quick and quiet. Last week he seemed perfectly fine. Someone really needs to figure out this cancer bullshit, already.

I don't have any good pictures of him on this computer, but when I get home I'll write a proper tribute. Here's his last picture, taken by my sister only a few weeks ago.



So long, little guy.