We hardly got to know Rose.
She went to Dr. S for a wellness check last night. Dr. S is new at the office where Dr. K used to work, but she handled Teddy the Guinea Pig well, and I wanted to see how she handled rats.
One thing I noticed when I first adopted Rose was some firm tissue under her arm--prime mammary tumor area. Unspayed female rats are very prone to mammary tumors. I decided if we were going to take it out, then 'twere well it were done quickly.
I left little Rosey there overnight. I regret that now.
I had no word from them and called at about 3 PM. I was told she was just finishing up and that she'd call me soon. At about 3:30, she called me with bad news.
Rose had stopped breathing; they were trying CPR. She called me back ten minutes later, and little Rose the shirt diver had stopped fighting.
Good night, sweet Rose, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Posted by Publius at July 30, 2004 04:07 PM