As everyone knows, I recently got 2 pet mice (Mishka and Elliot). Upon arriving, we soon found out Mishie was pregnant and gave birth to 6 beautiful healthy babies, 4 girls (Emily, Phoebe, Arwen and Vana) and 2 boys (Jeremy and Oscar)- due to expert escaping, sadly Oscar is no longer here.
Mishka raised her babies well, only leaving them to eat or have a drink- she soon became pregnant again and passed away the other day of which im still greiving over; she left me 11 babies to raise.
On realisation after the initial shock of Mishka's unexpected death, I realised I had to feed these babies, at the young age of 8 days old all I could offer them was milk whilst I frantically searched the web of how to feed them and raise them.
After endless conversations to my partner about what to do and having more than discouraging information online, and none of my babies willing to feed- I came to the harsh decision that it may be better if I let them pass away (based on the fact that they weren't feeding and they may not survive the night let alone the next day as no one would be home to feed them, and my complete distress that I could manage to feed them but taking into account my absense the following day I realised I may just end up prolonging the inevitable- or at least what I thought was inevitable).
So that following day I woke up to every single baby alive, and I had to leave them. I had spent that night before crying my eyes out- through sheer heartbreak and feeling awful that I was a complete cunt of a person for doing this. My whole coach journey to Yarmouth my decision haunted me and I felt like breaking down constantly. Around 3pm and once off my coach, I rang my mum who was now home; she told me they were all still alive and that my brother (who I now owe everything to) had managed to get them drinking some warm milk (at this moment I almost fell over)- I didnt know whether to cry or jump for joy (I did neither, I just wallowed in relief). I quickly gave my mum the information of how to look after them and demanded that she go buy some kitten formula for them! upon this new information I bombarded my mum constantly with several texts and phonecalls asking how they were doing.
Anxiously waiting to see them I rushed home when I got back in London. I quickly noticed how much weight they had lost and just how small they were. I then spent the next day feeding them almost by the hour to make sure they put on weight and got the nutrients they were lacking. I then read that you can mix rice with the milk formula, so thats exactly what I done.
all this happened from thursday night (the night they became orphans), its now wednesday and all 11 are alive and have put on weight slowly but surely- theyre getting nice little fat bellies and are start to fill out a bit more. The next few weeks are going to be tough but I'm staying hopeful.
