Hey everyone, I usually don't like to ask for help, but I had to take my hedgehog to the emergency vet this morning, and I don't currently have the money to pay for it or any procedures he may need, please help me save my hedgehog. Please share this with more people as well.
When I first got Loki, he wouldn't eat unless there was NOBODY in the room. I would have to feed him, turn off the light, leave the room, and come back later. Sometimes, if I was lucky, I would hear him eating at night, when he thought I was asleep
Today, I was prepping his food, standing over his enclosure, and he just popped his head out from under his pigloo and started wandering around like 'dad where's my bugs. dad. i can smell the bugs. where are they.'
Grief is weird. It's been 3 days since my hedgehog died. It feels like I should be a lot more sad, meaning I should be sad more often. It should be all i can focus on. It's not though I've been ok... I've been sad often. Everything will be normal, and then something will remind me of him. It's the little things that really get me. I don't have an all consuming sad, I have a lot of little sad spread out.
I can use a fan or open my window now. I hate that I can open my window if I want. I couldn't before because he needed it to be a certain temperature, or he would hibernate and die.
I can have the lights on all night now. I don't need to hook up fairy lights to the light switch. I've walked out of my room almost in tears because the light was on, and I knew that it didn't matter. I couldn't have the light on before. Hedgehogs are nocturnal they need 12 hours of night and day, or they will try to hibernate
His cage is set on a timer. Lights on at 8 am, off at 8 pm. Heat lamp keeping it at 76ish degrees. I haven't been able to turn of the power strip it's all plugged into, or unplug any of it. I know that if I turn it off it means he's never coming back...
And I know he's never coming back, but grief is weird, and I can't do it. I can make dark jokes and I can use the grief for writing inspiration but I can't deal with the fact that he's gone. That I'll never hear him again. Hear him drinking or eating, running on his wheel.