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I lost one of my babies for the first time yesterday. She was my third rat out of 4. I can't believe how sad I am. I never saw this coming it was completely unexpected. I can't get over the guilt of not knowing and not being there to hold her when she passed. She had the kindest soul of any creature I have ever met on this planet. She was the only one of my rats that was closer to me than she was her cagemates. She would come running when I got home, and jump into my lap when I opened the cage doors. She would nap on my shoulder, and constantly kiss me. I thought she had OCD or something because she never stopped kissing.
I can't help but feel like this was my fault. I know I could've done something.
Her name was Lulu, she was a dwarf rat. She was born with abnormal teeth, I had to trim them once every couple weeks. She wasn't able to eat her regular food so I would have to feed her soft foods. I must have done something wrong. I must have missed something. She showed no signs of being sick or anything. Two days before she passed we took this picture together:
I took the day off yesterday and could not stop crying. The only thing that helped was to fall asleep. I would wake up crying. Now I am at work and can't stop thinking about her. I've had this dark cloud over my head all day. I can't help but think of how alone she felt when she passed. I wasn't there for her. I can't stop thinking about how cold her little body was when I found her. She was always so warm. I can't stop thinking of all the things I could have done differently.
But the worst feeling is knowing I will never get her back. No matter what. No matter how sweet my next rat will be, there is nothing in this world that can compare. I can't stop thinking about her next life and who she will be with. I don't want her with anyone else. I want her with me forever.
Putting her in the ground yesterday was the hardest thing I've ever done. After I buried her, I kept picking different flowers for about an hour. None of them were pretty enough. There is just a pile of flowers there now.
I can't stop crying.
I can't help but feel like this was my fault. I know I could've done something.
Her name was Lulu, she was a dwarf rat. She was born with abnormal teeth, I had to trim them once every couple weeks. She wasn't able to eat her regular food so I would have to feed her soft foods. I must have done something wrong. I must have missed something. She showed no signs of being sick or anything. Two days before she passed we took this picture together:

I took the day off yesterday and could not stop crying. The only thing that helped was to fall asleep. I would wake up crying. Now I am at work and can't stop thinking about her. I've had this dark cloud over my head all day. I can't help but think of how alone she felt when she passed. I wasn't there for her. I can't stop thinking about how cold her little body was when I found her. She was always so warm. I can't stop thinking of all the things I could have done differently.
But the worst feeling is knowing I will never get her back. No matter what. No matter how sweet my next rat will be, there is nothing in this world that can compare. I can't stop thinking about her next life and who she will be with. I don't want her with anyone else. I want her with me forever.
Putting her in the ground yesterday was the hardest thing I've ever done. After I buried her, I kept picking different flowers for about an hour. None of them were pretty enough. There is just a pile of flowers there now.
I can't stop crying.