After many weeks of struggling, today finally saw an end put to Scrabble's suffering.
We went to the vet after noticing that the abscess was growing again, and this time it was just too much. There was a tumour under the abscess and his entire face was swollen. I made the decision and I feel awful. I just miss him so much, and it was only a little over an hour ago. I know it was the right thing to do, but it was never going to be the right time.
I'm not sure I'll be done crying for a while now, and my biggest regret is that it couldn't have waited two more days, to be with me on my birthday. It wouldn't have been right to keep him alive for a selfish reason like that.
This Old Man Rat was so special, I don't think people understand. He was just special. I love him, I wish he could have recovered and lived in my room with the other boys, for at least a little while before he passed. But it didn't happen and I feel so horrible that he had to spend his last weeks alone. I don't even feel confident I made the right decision. It's the worst kind of feeling.
But he's with me now, wrapped in his hammock and lying in a little box. I'll bury him tomorrow.
I'll miss you, Old Man. People say it all the time but I really mean it. I will miss you so, so much.
He hated baths
But he loved the garden
And after a run in the garden, nothing beat an ice-pop
We always called him the Old Heartbreaker, and he's lived up to his title today.