This is the last photo I have of my little Jezebel.
I adopted her, along with her mother, which I have named Crimson, from a pet shelter about a year ago.
She was a dwarf, extremely sociable and full of life. She happily climbed on me, and liked to hide in my beard, when she wasn't busy grooming my fingers. She liked to snuggle in my hood, and I often would keep her with me during my evening of playing games, where she would laze on my shoulder.
I woke up one afternoon, took a shower, and as per my tradition, went to give them some treats and let them out for their daily playtime. Usually everytime she'd get a glimpse of me, she'd be climbing the bars of her cage, greeting me and wait for me to open the door to let her out. On this day, however... nothing. Then, I open the cage, and she is nowhere to be found. Crimson is on the platform inside their cage, visibly agitated. I look underneath said platform, to find Jez cold and lifeless. I stood there for a while, completely flabbergastered. Then anger grabbed my senses... I didn't understand what happened, and it made no sense to me that one day, she is healthy and full of life, and the next day, she is gone.
I took her to my vet, in hopes he could shed some light as to what happened, so that I might get some sense of closure. Her cause of death was spontaneous heart failure.
I miss that little hyperactive furball. I won't forget you, my old friend.