peachydays
<--My sweet girl Gregory
This morning, Giggy nearly scared me to death.
I went down, and there was no sign of him in his cage. I could see that he had burrowed under his fleece liner, much further under than he usually does. I called his name, and there was no movement. I opened the cage, still nothing (this is when I started getting nervous). I began lifting up the liner, and I saw his back end, and his legs were all splayed out (and this is when my heart dropped into my stomach).
I poked him, and he woke up.
Now usually he doesn't burrow so far under his liner. He was so far under this time, and not near an edge, that I can't imagine that he was getting enough oxygen. I don't know how long he had been under there, but I'm glad I went down when I did (I had said goodnight around 11.45 pm, and this was about 9 am).
Do I need to be worried that he might one day burrow far under the liner, fall asleep, and die from lack of oxygen?
I went down, and there was no sign of him in his cage. I could see that he had burrowed under his fleece liner, much further under than he usually does. I called his name, and there was no movement. I opened the cage, still nothing (this is when I started getting nervous). I began lifting up the liner, and I saw his back end, and his legs were all splayed out (and this is when my heart dropped into my stomach).
I poked him, and he woke up.
Now usually he doesn't burrow so far under his liner. He was so far under this time, and not near an edge, that I can't imagine that he was getting enough oxygen. I don't know how long he had been under there, but I'm glad I went down when I did (I had said goodnight around 11.45 pm, and this was about 9 am).
Do I need to be worried that he might one day burrow far under the liner, fall asleep, and die from lack of oxygen?