Ryuichi "Ryu" Cole Roberts

My sweet angel Ryu passed away in my arms this morning.

He's a chinchilla that I adopted from my sister when she went to college. He's everything you could ever ask for in a chinchilla. When we took him to the vet to fix his eye issues, she said that he's the most docile chinchilla she's ever cared for. He really is chill. He just takes everything in stride. He loves being held and scratched behind the ears. He's smart, too. Once he escaped and kept ducking under the piano. Every time we almost caught him, Amanda and Freddie would come bounding up and he'd bounce away. Amanda loved Ryu. She'd treat him like he was her own puppy. She'd kiss him and he'd take it, wet and completely unamused. He's going to be buried next to Amanda...

I kissed Ryu and told him how much I loved him, and how much happiness he brought me, and how he made Frisk's first few months of life a joy. This and this were the music I was playing while I was holding him. I thought it would be good if he got to listen to soft music before he passed. This too, but I think Ryu had died by this point. He stretched himself and didn't move again. He made a few soft breathy squeaks while I held him. I kept him close so he'd be comfortable. He seemed warm and comfy, at least.

We're still going to the vet anyway, to see if Frisk is pregnant. It could be she's just growing, but she's gotten huge. I'm going to miss my darling gray angel. I love him so much. He's the reason I recommend chinchillas as pets. Freddie was with me on the bed. I think in a way he knew. Now he's lying beside the cage. Anyway, I'll get dressed so I can take Frisk to the vet.