I lost my first rat over a year ago now and have only just felt ready to get another pair. Rupert was a male Dumbo rat who was born the only male of a litter. We got him into the pet shop where I worked at the time and I bonded with him because he needed lots of extra attention being on his own. We had hoped someone with a play mate for him would take him home but after a month it still hadn't happened so I brought him home. He was a lazy lump lol but very affectionate. He used to curl up inside my tee shirt to sleep and would give me a sort of annoyed/upset/confused look when I had to put him back in his cage so I could have gone to bed. I would have let him sleep with me if it wasn't for fear of crushing him lol. He was clumsy as well but healthy and a very happy rat especially after we found him a play mate (another rescue rat). I loved our other rat, Mittens, but Rupert was always my boy. He died when he was 2 from a respitory infection and I was heartbroken. It seems silly to be so upset over a rat but he was part of the family. He will always be my special first boy.