Virginia




Virginia was a hairless.

Virginia came to me with Anka and 2 other girls. See Anka's page for their story.

Virginia, like her sister Godiva, was a really sweet, gentle girl, but unfortunately was taken from us way too young.

I found her one day laying on the bottom of her cage, on her side, out in the open. I thought she had passed away, as this wasn't something she would normally do. I reached in to remove what I was sure was her dead body, and saw her try to lift her head.
She was freezing cold, and I rushed her inside, bundled her in blankets and her bonding pouch, and put the whole lot under my jumper with a heat pad.
She was unresponsive. Occasionally she would try to lift her head, or paddle her feet, but would always slump back down again. I tried to offer her warm honey water, but she was not interested, or even acknowledging it. At this point, I was sure she had hypothermia. There didn't seem to be anything specific wrong with her, and she'd never been ill before this; she'd just gone very cold and weak.

Where she was kept was not cold, and she had plenty of other rats and warm beds to snuggle into, as her sister had done. The temperature had dropped a fraction that day, but certainly not enough to cause this. Had she been snuggled up with the others, she would have been warm, but for some reason she was not in with them when I found her. This alone was odd, as she liked to be with everyone else.
I wonder if the other girls had pushed her out because they sensed something wasn't right with her, and as a result she was unable to keep warm enough.

It took Virginia over an hour to begin to come back to life, and when she did, she did so fast. She grabbed the syringe and drank 3 or 4 syringes full of honey water, before beginning to wash herself and, seemingly, having made a good recovery.
But I kept her inside in my bedroom for a while afterwards, just to make sure she was fully recovered. She seemed to be, but I was still warey about putting her back in the group, so I brought Godiva in with her as company.
Unfortunately, one afternoon, I went to check them, and Virginia had once again gone cold and unresponsive. And this was in our bedroom, which is always warm.
This time, I could not get her back, and she passed away soon after.

I suspect there was more going on with her than hypothermia, as it was unusual for the girls to shun her, and the second time she fell ill, it was in a warm, centrally heated room. But I have come to expect the hairless to do things like this. They generally just don't seem a robust variety :(

Why Virginia? After the Tori Amos song of the same name.

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