ChameleonMom
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It has taken me a week to sit down and write this, as I've been pretty upset with the passing of my beloved little veiled girl, Isis.
We had been through alot together: She came home from the pet store at 11 weeks with pneumonia which lasted a good 6 months, but which we fought successfully with alot of coaxing of medicines, hand feeding and general cuddling to keep her warm and to let her know she was loved so very much! Soon after that was nipped in the bud, she laid her first clutch. It was hard on her - she was a fairly small girl but she was successful in laying 41 eggs. Not a moment's rest for Isis though because soon after laying she developed another RI. I knew she needed treatment, which she got but it was at that time I became concerned with the amount of Baytril she'd had in her short life. In October she started developing her second clutch of infertile eggs. She was HUGE and in the end despite supplementing her within an inch of her life, she still pulled calcium from her right foot which ended up causing a deformation. With no eggs in site my vet decided the best course of action was to surgically remove the eggs and then spay her so it wouldn't be a problem again. This was done on December 18th, and all through Christmas she recovered from surgery with so much courage. Her surgical incision never fused and in late March she pulled the scab off in her cage and opened up her incision. Off to the vet for a repair, an overnight stay and more Baytril. All the while this was going on, she had developed a blocked airway from tubes used during her surgery which caused her breathing difficulties. After x-rays and consults with my vet it was decided she would need a scope to figure out what was going on exactly and how to fix it. I knew the difficulties in breathing were causing stress on her heart and along with the long term Baytril use, was concerned that her health was seriously at risk. Despite discussing the risks with my vet about the scope, I knew she needed help so made an appointment for this past Tuesday to have this happen. Much to my dismay, last Saturday I noticed her left eye was dark and sunken and the tip of her nose was starting to discolor and darken - what I call 'the death watch'. I tried my damnest to keep her hydrated and warm and even tried feeding her but when she threw up her half digested lunch, I knew the prognosis wasn't good. I was hopeful but knew her chances of making it to her appointment on Tuesday was slim. Waking up on Sunday, I took one look at her and I knew I was losing her fast. I took her into my bedroom and cuddled her, telling her how much I cherished and loved her. It was a sad, sad day...I cried and sobbed my eyes out as she passed in my warm and loving hands within the hour.
I know in my heart that she is better off not having to fight illness or be forced yucky meds every day but I would have gladly persevered if it meant I would have had her longer in my life. Alas, it was not meant to be. Isis is now buried in my chameleon burial ground with my other lost chameleon babies, Karma and Cocobean. Isis will always be cherished and never, ever forgotten. I loved her SO much
Here is my little girl on some of her better days:
After laying her first clutch:
RIP Isis....I love you forever xo
We had been through alot together: She came home from the pet store at 11 weeks with pneumonia which lasted a good 6 months, but which we fought successfully with alot of coaxing of medicines, hand feeding and general cuddling to keep her warm and to let her know she was loved so very much! Soon after that was nipped in the bud, she laid her first clutch. It was hard on her - she was a fairly small girl but she was successful in laying 41 eggs. Not a moment's rest for Isis though because soon after laying she developed another RI. I knew she needed treatment, which she got but it was at that time I became concerned with the amount of Baytril she'd had in her short life. In October she started developing her second clutch of infertile eggs. She was HUGE and in the end despite supplementing her within an inch of her life, she still pulled calcium from her right foot which ended up causing a deformation. With no eggs in site my vet decided the best course of action was to surgically remove the eggs and then spay her so it wouldn't be a problem again. This was done on December 18th, and all through Christmas she recovered from surgery with so much courage. Her surgical incision never fused and in late March she pulled the scab off in her cage and opened up her incision. Off to the vet for a repair, an overnight stay and more Baytril. All the while this was going on, she had developed a blocked airway from tubes used during her surgery which caused her breathing difficulties. After x-rays and consults with my vet it was decided she would need a scope to figure out what was going on exactly and how to fix it. I knew the difficulties in breathing were causing stress on her heart and along with the long term Baytril use, was concerned that her health was seriously at risk. Despite discussing the risks with my vet about the scope, I knew she needed help so made an appointment for this past Tuesday to have this happen. Much to my dismay, last Saturday I noticed her left eye was dark and sunken and the tip of her nose was starting to discolor and darken - what I call 'the death watch'. I tried my damnest to keep her hydrated and warm and even tried feeding her but when she threw up her half digested lunch, I knew the prognosis wasn't good. I was hopeful but knew her chances of making it to her appointment on Tuesday was slim. Waking up on Sunday, I took one look at her and I knew I was losing her fast. I took her into my bedroom and cuddled her, telling her how much I cherished and loved her. It was a sad, sad day...I cried and sobbed my eyes out as she passed in my warm and loving hands within the hour.
I know in my heart that she is better off not having to fight illness or be forced yucky meds every day but I would have gladly persevered if it meant I would have had her longer in my life. Alas, it was not meant to be. Isis is now buried in my chameleon burial ground with my other lost chameleon babies, Karma and Cocobean. Isis will always be cherished and never, ever forgotten. I loved her SO much
Here is my little girl on some of her better days:
After laying her first clutch:
RIP Isis....I love you forever xo
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