Pet BP passed away - Cause of Death?

[dakski]

I don't think his death had much to do with the mice. Regurtitation (sorry for the bad spelling) may be more of a sign of what was already making your snake sick. Reptiles hide their illnesses so well they can fool even veterinarians. Eating is not a good indicator of illness. My very sick rescue bearded dragon was eating and pooping fine. But she was suffering from months of a yellow fungus infection and eggs inside of her were crushed and all over the abdomen cavity.

You had invested time, money and love to a pet for 8 years. That is longer than most marriages lol. That is a commitment many will not accept. Feeling guilty and doubting yourself will linger and it is normal. As time goes on, please remember that 8 years of any relationship is worth grieving over and you must have done something right if your snake lived for that long. Sometimes, animals including people are born with things that barely works or fails earlier than others, and it is mother nature's way of keeping life and death balanced, despite man's best efforts to prevent so.

Well said, Cheesenugget! And sorry for your loss; heartbreaking.

8 years is longer than my marriage!

That's a good thing though. That was one loss I was happy to take!

Not trying to steal the thread, but having been divorced, had kidney disease since I was 23, and been a kidney transplant recipient for almost 6 years now, I know how to cherish everything and look on the bright side.

Sometimes things have a way of working out.

I wouldn't be living with Katie, who is my soulmate, if not for the divorce, and timing of the divorce. I might have died last night when I had an allergic reaction to antibiotics and my face swelled up and Katie (a doctor of PT) made me go to the ER (I am stubborn and don't complain anymore unless I am in agony - not good - I am learning). Of course my BP whistles once, or one of my dogs limps for 2 seconds, and it's a vet visit!

I think everything that happens makes us who we are. I like who I am, for the most part (still a work in progress), and I wouldn't be who I am today without all the joy, pain, laughs, and sorrow, I have experienced.

Everything in life makes us the people we are. Decisions on how to handle/cope with these things (good and bad) define us.

There is no sweet without the sour.

Anyway, I am glad you got 8 years of joy with your buddy. Try to cherish those memories and know you did the best you could for him. Some things are out of our control. Be strong. Keep mourning knowing his memory will live on in you and there is light at the end of the tunnel; time does tend to heal these wounds.

All the best,

David