It has been two weeks since Garibaldi Rous died so I guess I’d better get on with it and write his eulogy.
Monday, March 10th would have been Gari’s 4th birthday. I knew he was very sick but somehow I always thought he would make it to that day. Humans often die right after their birthdays, holding on until the milestone is met and then surrendering to the inevitable. I guess since capybaras don’t know when their birthday is, they don’t do that.
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Love on Four Feet
It is with the greatest sadness and pain that I am writting this short post to let you know that Garibaldi Rous died on Sunday, Feb. 16th, just shy of his fourth birthday.
As many of you know, Gari had been fighting a long battle with an infection in his teeth and jaw. When we last took him to the vet, on Thursday, Feb. 13th, he seemed healthy and we had every expectation that in spite of the traumatic removal of his first molar on the lower right, he would recover, at least temporarily. However, he had trouble coming out of the anesthesia and was still a bit groggy when we headed home from A&M. About a half hour into the drive, I called Dr. Hoppes to let her know that I was worried about him and hat his condition seemed to be deteriorating. She told me that the preliminary blood tests had come back and Gari had elevated levels of a kidney enzyme, something we had not seen before. However, she believed that this, while not good, was not serious, and that it explained why he was having some much trouble recovering from the anesthesia. She believed he would probably feel better in the morning. Continue reading “In Memoriam: Garibaldi Rous” »
Me and Mariia
Last weekend I had a wonderful visit with one of my stalkers…er, I mean “fans.” Her name is Maria and she took most of the photos in this blog post. You can see me with her in the image above. We hit it off right away and I think we both had a good time. This post is a photographic story of her visit. Continue reading “I Just Met A Girl Named Mariia” »
The path to Capybara Creek
There is one thing you should know about capybaras: we do not like the cold! I know, I know, Dobbye Winnick lives where it is always cold and you never here him complaining. That is just because he doesn’t know any better. Capybaras and cold weather do not–or at least should not–mix. Nevertheless, it does happen, even here in central Texas, that a terrible cold front blows down from the arctic where the polar bears live. The horrendous nature of this catastrophe cannot be overstated. And what about my swimming? I can’t swim in ice water you know! What is a poor, helpless capybara to do? Continue reading “The Capy in Winter” »
I am a fastidious capybara
People are always asking Melly if I am “house trained.” What is up with that? How rude can you be! I often contemplate asking them right back. If their manners are so poor it is quite possible that they are not house trained! But obviously I am too gentile a capybara to dignify such a question by remarking on it. (In case you are wondering but not so rude as to actually ask, you can learn about my toilet habits by reading my blog post Privacy Please!) Continue reading “Acting Like a Cat” »