I'd like to add my tribute to Rat, or Rose...I admit I didn't quite take to Victor's rename. I thought Rat was the perfect name for this perfect little PEW.
Even though technically she was Victor's rat, that's only a distinction we make for the purpose of vet bills. Because my commute is shorter, I'm home more than Victor, and this week I was home even more because I have been ill. That gave me more time to spend with Rat, and I treasured getting to know her.
Since Rat had been free range with Duff, I felt bad for her being in a cage, even a nice one full of toys, so if she was awake when I looked in on her, I brought her out with me. She was very friendly...up on my shoulder, to my head, down inside my shirt...and very active. In the bedroom she found a quick route from the bed across my dresser into the closet...she didn't stop moving long enough to chew up any clothes, but I was planning to build her some jungle gyms just in case.
Duff had taught her tricks...walking along on her hind legs, and jumping to get yogies.
She was delightful, and I can't believe she is gone. When Victor broke the news to me I sobbed like I have not sobbed before after losing a pet. I can't believe her life was so short, and I can't help but feel guilty...I wonder if the stress of surgery was too much for her so soon after moving. I feel so, so terrible for Duff...we obviously intended to give Rat the best and most loving home, and never expected such a quick and tragic end to our time with her.
Rat, my sweet, beautiful girl...no more stupid cage for you. Run and climb and explore to your heart's content, and know that we loved you very much.
Posted by Abita at July 30, 2004 07:06 PM