Not a good end to the week.
Mike found Bluebell, our 12 year old goat dead this morning. He thinks she had a fit but we have sent her off for a post mortem to ensure it wasn't anything nasty.
We had Bluebell for 7 years and over that time she was inseperable from Jack, our old man. She had been a bit more quiet lately but was eating, pooing, peeing, drinking normally and I had decided to get the vet to check her the next time I had them out for something else- I at no time thought she was desperately ill.
Tomorrow, Polly, our rat with cancer, is being PTS. She has fought a brave fight and is actually still bright, snuggled with her friends and eating well- but the tumour is on her neck/ throat area and her breathing is becoming affected. I would rather not find her dead because she had suffocated to death because of the tumour.
I also have Donald in for blood tests. He is drinking quite a bit, but I am hoping that it isn't his kidneys.
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