Our gliders are getting old. Spike, our eldest, passed away December of 2012. I say Spike is our eldest, but I'm not absolutely sure about Dru's age. I got Spike from a coworker when her gliders had joeys back in 2003. He was such a sweet little guy. I got Dru a month or so later from a breeder (that I later found was disreputable and sleezy). I don't know how old Dru was when I got her. She was smaller than Spike, but she seemed more mature. She was definitely more aggressive.
Dru isn't aggressive any more. She's so old. She's the most docile I've ever seen a sugar glider. She doesn't get around very well. She doesn't like to climb or jump. She just eats and sleeps, and she sleeps a lot. She does seem to have a good appetite, and she's alert if a bit shaky.
I first started writing this a few weeks ago when Dru seemed to be fine. I was planning a long piece on how much it sucks to watch one of our babies go into a slow, slow decline. I kept expecting one morning to get up and get the gliders' plates out and find that Dru had died in the night. I didn't want that to happen. We've been there for each of our boys when they passed away. My Lady was with Spike when he passed. Shadow fell asleep for the last time on my chest. We took Daemon to the vet to get put to sleep before he had to suffer.
But now Dru is not fine. My Lady took her to the vet on Tuesday when Dru wouldn't really move around or eat anything. The vet said that it could be a kidney infection and sent them home with some painkillers and antibiotics. Dru has just been making sad noises and won't eat or drink anything. She just sleeps, curled up for warmth on my chest or in my Lady's shirt. My Lady is taking Dru back to the vet today. This morning I had to say goodbye for the second time.
I know soon I'm going to get the call that Dru is gone. It's all I can do to hold back tears until then.
My Lady just called. Dru is gone. Now all we have are our two little girls, Angel and Saint.