I'm trying not to cry as I type this,but I'm just heartbroken. TT passed away last night. His sibling had to be put to sleep on Wed as a result of severe MBD,which led to a heart attack at the vets office. I tried everything I could but the little fella was just in too bad of a shape.He had been found (by me) on his back twice in the last 2 days and was very weak last night. I thought he was gone last night but my hubby kept insisting that I put him back in his viv under the lights and so I did. After about 15 minutes Mark kept insisting that he was moving(I was ready to hit him because in my heart TT was already gone) To my surprise when I got to TT's viv he popped his little head up as if to say "Woman,it's my bedtime where are my snuggles?" I got ihm out and wrapped him in his blankie and snuggled him in for the night and he snuggled me back(body wiggle to get comfy,an every night thing).But this morning he's gone.