Rex has passed away.
Logan's beloved gerbil is no longer with us. Logan called to tell me and he was pretty upset. Losing a gerbil had more significance to him than losing a fish.
Yesterday, Logan went down to check on Rex and he wasn't moving and was rock hard. **Shudder**. Sigh.
Honestly, Rex made it 4 years which is smack dab in the middle of the standard 3-5 year life span. I am actually surprised he hung on for as long as he did. Back in 2015, Rex and Lloyd were sharing a cage because we were told that gerbils are social and enjoy company.
Something must have changed, a testosterone battle maybe? We don't know, but regardless there was a Battle Royale and both of the gerbils got hurt.
Lloyd seemed to recover well, but Rex's eye never fully opened again. We weren't sure if he was going to make it, but outside of the eye, he appeared to have healed well.
After the battle, we separated them because we were told that once they start fighting it will be a duel to the death. Eek, no one needs to see that.
So Rex got the palace, the nice glass aquarium with loads of room for running around and Lloyd was relegated to the "starter kit" cage we got when we bought them. With Rex being gone, we will be moving Lloyd into the larger cage. Although Logan has some reservations about that.
It was odd though, one minute Logan would say he was ok, but then the next he would sit and sniffle, rubbing his eyes trying to hide the tears. Poor kid. It's part of life, but it doesn't make it any easier knowing that.
While I generally keep my blog light-hearted, it seems like it would be disrespectful to Logan if I was to make light of the loss of his gerbil.