My very last rat, my dear sweet Henry, left me last Friday morning. He had been going steadily downhill the day before and quit eating Thursday night. Very weak, frail. I stayed awake all night with him because I knew he was going and I didnt want him to go alone. He literally clung to me all night as I held him in the crook of my arm. He decided to stick around until my husband and I could take him to our rat vet and she helped him to the bridge. Very swift and peaceful departure via the gentle, humane way. To my relief she said that as she examined him after he passed she could see no indication that there was anything wrong with him other than that he was just tired out and ready to leave me. He was just shy of three years and the two of us bonded very tightly after his buddy Burke left three months earlier. I still hurt so badly. I dont want any more rats right now until I can get over the loss of this sweet old man. Its taking me so much longer to accept and cope with this loss. My heart aches for him. Here is the picture I took of him Thursday night. Might old and tired.
Posted on: Sun, 11 May 2014 20:01:29 +0000
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