This weekend I went to a live performance of Peter Pan, and ran a Jungle Cup race, and had dinner at Scott and Emily’s. It should have been great, but this weekend I also lost a good friend, and so nothing could make this weekend anything other than sad.
Flora and I had been together since the summer before my sophomore year of college- she lived with me in three states, and catalyzed my escape from my horrible roommates. She was shy, and odd, but I really loved her, and I believe that while she probably didn’t know her name, she knew who I was, and felt at least 85% sure that I wouldn’t try to eat her. She would still sometimes drag her blanket over her food bowl so she could eat unobserved, but she liked coming out of her crate to play or even just sit with me, and we were friends.
She hadn’t been well all week, but things got really bad late Friday night. My friend Sarah was incredible, and took us to the emergency vet in the wee hours of the morning, but even before she was seen I knew Flora wouldn’t be coming home with me again. The vet wasn’t sure what was wrong- she said it might’ve been cancer, or a serious infection, and that a lot of the time hedgehogs don’t show that something’s wrong until it’s too late. She said we could try to figure out the root of the problem, but it likely wouldn’t help. I knew she was in pain, and I just wanted to help her not suffer, so it was an easy decision, but it was still very sad.
Pets are hard. I’ve lost two this year, and it broke my heart both times. They’re so worth it though- they brought me so much happiness, and I loved them very much.