I had awoke earlier than usual and went to check Clara mouse. Clara mouse was cool to the touch and her breathing was labored. I picked her up and tried to warm her in my hands while offering her pedialite and milk with an eye dropper. Clara refused any offers and actually turned her head away from any future offerings. I continued to hold Clara mouse in my hand, wrapping her in tissue and breathing on her to help warm her, and sat with her for the next hour or so. Clara twitched and made soft squeaking noises as she sat. And then she had a series of short, quick spasms and was still. I could see she was no long breathing and her little body started to relax in my hand. Her ears were still perked upwards, as if she had just went to sleep, and her head sank down on to her paws. I held her for a little longer, stroking her ears and giving her little scratches, before preparing her for her last journey.
Clara love mouse was the last of the mice. She was preceded by her papa Mabel, mama Pudding, auntie Belle, cousin Lena and seven assorted sisters.