Phil died today at around 9:30am in the vets hands. He had not been eating since surgery and I cant even be sure that he was swallowing his meds as he was such a stubborn creature. She took his exhausted panting body away to draw some blood from his neck. Apparently his heart stopped during that procedure and she couldnt revive him and he was brought back to me dead.
I am sure it's the same for everyone, but it seems so surreal seeing this once hyper hissing flighty nippy animal lying there, still, limp, eyes open. I am sad for him as I did not want him to end this way. I was happy to put up with his odd temperament in order to see him become a daddy. His offspring would have been the tame kept animals I was wanting.
I left him with Jennifer so she could do a necropsy to determine what may have went wrong, what we can learn from it and if it is any threat to Robin, my sugars or even me.