Wednesday, October 24, 2007
The hardest thing...
The hardest thing about having pets is having to watch them die, sometimes slowly. Within the last few days, one of my rats (Wilma) has gone from a happy, cheerful, playful little girl to being thin as a rail with her head swollen and her eyes crusted over with blood. We're pretty sure it's a tumor that's causing the problem, and we're treating her as best we can. She's still pretty feisty and I think it's bothering me more than her, so we haven't put her to sleep, but we will go that course if her behavior warrants it. She's over two years now, so it's not that surprising. Rats don't live very long really. That doesn't make it any easier. Every day when I come home, I expect to see the carrier where Wilma has been living lately cleaned out and empty. So far, it hasn't happened, but I would be surprised if she lasts much longer. So, my heart's not really in the blogging today...
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I'm so sorry to hear that. One of the reasons I don't have rats as pets any more is that they have such distinct and loving personalities. I did get so fond of them and they have such short lives.
Yeah, I think we've pretty much decided that we won't be replacing our current rats when they go. I can't keep doing this to myself. It's heartbreaking!
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