After a year long battle of RIs and a very persistent bacteria, I woke up this morning to find Wintre dead this morning in her cage. She had just been to the vet the day before and had her nose flushed and gotten a new antibiotic last night, but I think the stress of it all finally caught up with her.
I acquired her from a private party a year ago who needed to rehome her and she came to me with a slight sniffle. She was already about 3 years old. I absolutely fell in love with her and her stellar personality, and she immediately converted my mother, who previously had been scared of snakes and refused to hold any of my others. Wintre was an ambassador of snakedom for all humans and she would melt hearts anywhere she went (which unfortunately was mostly to the vet). I really wish she could have lived a full life as she would have converted more people to understanding the harmless, simple beings that snakes are and how much comfort and love they are able to provide for their owners (even if to them that just means warmth and rats).
RIP Wintre. I will miss my beautiful white scarf.
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