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I will write a more fitting farewell when I can stop crying for half a minute...
Tonight, Remus went into respiratory distress after a long battle with pneumonia.
He was mate to Caius, father to many, and a beloved rat. He was never mean, he was never a bully. He was accepting of newcomers, he fathered his young when I was warned it could go wrong. He was the alpha, who happily co-managed the mischief with me. He was always there when there was a fight, breaking it up. He enjoyed outside, but rarely got to go. He was adventurous, he was energetic, he was playful. He was always so very gentle, I used him as an ambassador to my family -- he was always ready to kiss my nieces, to be manhandled by toddlers, even politely taking treats he would rather decline...
I brought him home in a box, closed and safeguarded because I was warned how very scared this would make new rats. And yet, for that entire twenty minutes he just kept peeking his head out of the box and trying to explore the car. That about sums up Remus' attitude towards stereotypes and the world.
He went amid whispers of love being held in my arms. I am thankful I got to hold him for the three hours before his death, the longest he ever sat still.
It's hard to accept he is gone. I keep checking the box, almost hoping to find him breathing but dreading him suffering anymore...
http://i.imgur.com/VPKMSOT.jpg
Though he may be gone from this world, he will never be gone from my heart.
Tonight, Remus went into respiratory distress after a long battle with pneumonia.
He was mate to Caius, father to many, and a beloved rat. He was never mean, he was never a bully. He was accepting of newcomers, he fathered his young when I was warned it could go wrong. He was the alpha, who happily co-managed the mischief with me. He was always there when there was a fight, breaking it up. He enjoyed outside, but rarely got to go. He was adventurous, he was energetic, he was playful. He was always so very gentle, I used him as an ambassador to my family -- he was always ready to kiss my nieces, to be manhandled by toddlers, even politely taking treats he would rather decline...
I brought him home in a box, closed and safeguarded because I was warned how very scared this would make new rats. And yet, for that entire twenty minutes he just kept peeking his head out of the box and trying to explore the car. That about sums up Remus' attitude towards stereotypes and the world.
He went amid whispers of love being held in my arms. I am thankful I got to hold him for the three hours before his death, the longest he ever sat still.
It's hard to accept he is gone. I keep checking the box, almost hoping to find him breathing but dreading him suffering anymore...
http://i.imgur.com/VPKMSOT.jpg
Though he may be gone from this world, he will never be gone from my heart.