he stopped eating, drinking, pooping and peeing. And then he died in my arms during the night. Seeing his life ooze out of his little body keeps playing in my head. I'm heartbroken. He was old, 9 and a half years. He lived a long and healthy life but I am so sad and I keep thinking of him everytime. I look at his cage and expect him to be there. Also I keep hearing movement, like he's moving in the cage. I loved him so much. At least he didn't die in the cage alone.