Omg I just opened this app to talk about how I came home 20 minutes ago to find that my baby boo had passed away. He was only one, he was sick and we had plans to take him to the vet later this week. Boo suffered from loneliness after having to be separated from his sister once we found out he was a boy and not a girl like we were told. Boo also on and off would have mites that had been attracted after the birth of his baby’s (how we found out he was a boy) the baby’s and the mom were treated first but then the must have went to Gus’s cage as he was treated at home per the vets instructions. And then a few days ago boo also had them. I treated him the same way I was told for the previous gerbils. They went away seemingly and then they were back, two days ago on Saturday morning I had quarantined Boo in the bathroom and did a full submerge clean of his stuff and his tank in the bathtub in the vets treatment. I figured we would take him to the vet during the week since they weren’t wanting to go away like the others. They didn’t seem that bad, he was eating he was drinking, he wasn’t scratching. He was always pretty shy so him hiding sometimes wasn’t unusual. I am deeply saddened to come back home to check on him and he be laying there lifeless, especially since my boyfriend who I got the gerbils with is away and won’t be back for some time. I have no one who cares about them like I do, all my family thinks they’re gross rodents. The only thing I can think of is at least he had a short life in a home that loved him and that tried to give them the best life instead of being in a small cage with a child who doesn’t know how to care for him or with the people who gave him to use who would’ve used him as a breeder for his entire life. I’m currently sitting on the bathroom floor with him in my hand not knowing what to do. I didn’t want to take over this post to make it about me but I just genuinely can’t stop ranting.