I lost my Apollo a little over a week ago.
I have no idea what happened. He was fine and happy in the morning when I brought breakfast out. He was his normal peachy self later in the afternoon. When I went around that night to check water and throw in some hay, he was laying on his side almost unresponsive. I went into panic mode and probably screamed at my mom a little more than I needed to. He was gone a few minutes later. He just had a birthday in the middle of August. He was only two.
Brother Zeus was pretty anxious for the first couple days, but he seems to be adjusting okay now. He's eating normally and I think he's enjoying the extra attention I'm trying to give him. He hasn't lost any weight.
Good night, sweet Apollo. I miss my cuddle bug so, so much.
(I have no idea how or why, but it looks like a couple of my images from the last couple pages decided they wanted to be huge. I can't fix it, but would be delighted if they were fixed by the powers that be.)