Not long ago, I found my big sweet boy laying in his usual spot under the water bottle. I said his name but he didn't move. I opened the door, and when he didn't even twitch an ear I had a horrible sinking feeling that he was gone. When I saw his face I knew. The life was gone from his eyes. I have no idea what could have happened to him or what could have been wrong. He was his same old sweet self earlier today, crawling around on the desk and climbing into my lap for skritches and kisses. He was my baby, the first rat to give me kisses, to boggle, to come when I called his name. I think it's been over an hour now and I can't stop crying. I have never been this heartbroken before. I loved him so much. I'll put up pictures later but I don't think I could look at them right now without completely breaking down.




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