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I guess people are more tolerant of animals in Ireland. I think I told my mouse story? One of my mice developed a terrible skin condition, one of my females. I hadn't named the mouse, besides calling her "daughter". She lived in a very large aquarium with her mother and some 12 sisters. To be honest, most of the daughters were indistinguishable from each other. Although I always knew which mouse was the matriarch.
Across the room were the daughters' twelve brothers, in their individual aquariums. The time came when it seemed this daughter must be suffering from her skin condition and so I took her to the vets, and he had to euthanize her. I wept in the waiting room. As you say, there is nothing natural about killing them. It was hard to do. But that's not my story. My story is the woman who sat in the waiting room with me. She said, "Why don't you get a real pet?"
So there, you see, the people in Ireland must be more tolerant of pets.
BTW: Chucky McChuck is beautiful
What a bitch! I'd've poked her in the eye!:)
I have nothing but admiration for your mouse hotel. A tad eccentric it might have been but that's far exceeded by the kindliness and compassion it displayed.
I must say that the vet's generosity in reducing the fee gave me a touch of the warm and fuzzies and restored a little of my faith in human kind.