Yeah, it was. Rhodey actually made it through the night where I posted that -- TYPOS, THEY ARE EASY TO MAKE WHEN YOU ARE CRYING YOUR EYES OUT WITH GUILT -- saw a vet who knew what he was doing the next day, and she made it through another two nights. I'd been kinda being like, HEY SO GLAD THAT I ASKED THE QUESTION, BUT NO NEED TO HAVE DONE IT NOW :D :D :D

Annnd I woke up about fourteen minutes ago, and the poor girl was dead in her cage.

Poor, poor hammie. Towards the end, she had so much difficulty breathing that she actually didn't struggle anymore when I tried to warm her in my hands.