Thumbelina, a tribute
Thumbelina was born on 23 November 2014 from 2 very good parents that my son received from someone as a gift. We know the parents, the grandparents and the siblings of Nemo and Dory, the parents.
She was part of a first litter of 3 that were born when Dory was 14 months old. Her brother and sister weighed in the mid 50g. Thumbelina weighed 19g. There were a million reasons why she should not have survived even the first hour. She chose to live and put up the bravest fight I have ever seen in my life.
Never, since I got my first chinchillas years ago have any chinchilla touched my heart like she did. I have a lot of very special chinchillas that defies the odds every single day by just living normal lives. I have seen many a brave fight by chinchillas that came here more dead than alive. Never have I seen this.
No chinchilla I ever shared touched so many other people. No chinchilla gave me as much joy just to find her alive and doing her thing every morning and keep it up for another day. She stopped growing when she was 6 weeks old but she just kept going, day after day.
Never have any chinchilla woken so much anger in me and for that I apologize. Some of what I said was not necessary, a lot was and for this girl I will say it again.
I do not share chinchillas that do not belong to me or their kits. For her I made an exception and I claimed her as my own. My son never knew and he will not know. She was my girl and my responsibility. The decisions were mine and I chose to share her story right from the start.
In her short life she achieved what took me years. She raised awareness that I tried to do for years and it took her just over 2 months. Because of her I will write what people need to know to help other babies and to understand that you can not prescribe to Mother Nature. She stayed alive to help me make people aware.
Right from the start I knew she had almost no chance. Every single day she gave me hope. I discussed her with friends and we all knew what was coming. I simply blocked it out of my head and we lived day by day, blind to everything else, just taking it as it comes. We did this for 60 days.
The last few days it became obvious that we will not beat this. She just never gave up, right to the end. There were small victories that gave me a lot of hope. Her last day was even better than a few days before. She slowed down a bit last night but there have been worse days and worse nights. I was less worried last night when I last checked on her than many other nights.
I found her early this morning, in her favorite sleeping spot. She went to sleep and just didn’t wake up. There was never any suffering, she lived each day to the fullest. Always busy, always glad to see me, always wanting attention, always doing her thing.
I’m sorry, I can’t carry on. Don’t know when I’ll be back but I will write the articles you need. Just not now.