He has passed. I couldn't find a vet in my city that can take in Sugar Gliders.
Yesterday he wasn't playing like he used to, his body was limp. I gave him some honey and let him rest. He looked like he was getting better, his eyes had that shine of life in it.
Today, 4th of August, I woke up at 10 A.M. and checked in on him. I dreamt that he was healthy; happily eating his snacks and playing, but somehow it also felt like he was fading. Of course, that made me worry so I checked up on him and he was already stiff. He was gone. Now I look at his empty cage and I just feel lonely. He's not there to look at me whenever I give him food anymore, he's not there excitedly climbing up my arm when I come get him to play. He's not there.
I love him very dearly and now I hope that maybe we can meet again in the afterlife. Maybe we can play with his new toy that I got him. The new toy he never got the chance to play with.
-Sincerely, Ray.