Today has been an awful, awful birthday for me. After trying so hard to save Igby, I found her dead this morning. It would of been her 9th day of the Chytrid treatment, and 14th day of Baytril. I called the vet and I'm going to drive her up tomorrow (don't want to spend four hours on my birthday driving my poor dead Igby up to the vets) to get a necropsy done to find out once and for all what is going on. Poor little Quibble, all alone now.