One of my three rats have passed away,
I can't help but feel guilty because I couldn't help him,
I will always remember him as one of the first rats I've owned,
and the first one I've lost.
I've only owned him for a couple days.
But I still loved him just as I would a pet I've owned for years.
I guess I'll tell you about how it was the day we adopted him (Last Wednesday).
So me and my mom just got back from driving for so long and the moment we stepped in the door my mom shoved me back out again so we can go get my rats. I was excited, while the cage was not set up it wouldn't take long as we asked my sister to do it for us.
When we were pulling into the neighborhood we realized it was one of the sketchy neighborhoods. An alarm went off in my head but I wasn't going to give up now. So their house was in an old miner's house (kind of like a house but cut in half through the middle to make two) but not only was it one of those, but she lived in a tiny house inside of one of those already small houses. Their door was in the backyard. My dad was too worried for our safety to let us out to go look at the rats ourselves so he went in alone.
He came back with three rats instead of two,but told us they were in terrible conditions, a small cage, crowded with their siblings. I was originally supposed to get the cream hooded dumbo and the black top ear but he came back with an extra little guy, a black hooded top ear rat. I was so happy! But what I didn't realize until the next day is that the dumbo rat was ill. That god damned jerk gave me a sick rat. They dumped the responsibility on us, they let the rat be sick,
she didn't give it any treatment before selling it to us. I felt so terrible for the shy and sweet little guy. We couldn't afford any vet visits after buying so much for the rats already. We cuddled and snuggled him, tried do get him to drink and tried to get him to eat.
Today, we tried to get him to eat, opening his mouth and trying to get him to eat and drink again.
After that, we got ready and left to go have a nice lunch on Canada Day. We come back, I go to do something and return to my mother calling to me. I walk into the room and there's a blanket on the floor, I look up at my mother, dreading what she is about to say.
"He's gone."
I try my best not to cry and ask her if she's sure he's dead.
His body was stiff and cold.
We buried him in the backyard wrapped up in his favorite blanket under a couple flower bushes.
R.I.P Crème, my sweet little angel.
I can't help but feel guilty because I couldn't help him,
I will always remember him as one of the first rats I've owned,
and the first one I've lost.
I've only owned him for a couple days.
But I still loved him just as I would a pet I've owned for years.
I guess I'll tell you about how it was the day we adopted him (Last Wednesday).
So me and my mom just got back from driving for so long and the moment we stepped in the door my mom shoved me back out again so we can go get my rats. I was excited, while the cage was not set up it wouldn't take long as we asked my sister to do it for us.
When we were pulling into the neighborhood we realized it was one of the sketchy neighborhoods. An alarm went off in my head but I wasn't going to give up now. So their house was in an old miner's house (kind of like a house but cut in half through the middle to make two) but not only was it one of those, but she lived in a tiny house inside of one of those already small houses. Their door was in the backyard. My dad was too worried for our safety to let us out to go look at the rats ourselves so he went in alone.
He came back with three rats instead of two,but told us they were in terrible conditions, a small cage, crowded with their siblings. I was originally supposed to get the cream hooded dumbo and the black top ear but he came back with an extra little guy, a black hooded top ear rat. I was so happy! But what I didn't realize until the next day is that the dumbo rat was ill. That god damned jerk gave me a sick rat. They dumped the responsibility on us, they let the rat be sick,
she didn't give it any treatment before selling it to us. I felt so terrible for the shy and sweet little guy. We couldn't afford any vet visits after buying so much for the rats already. We cuddled and snuggled him, tried do get him to drink and tried to get him to eat.
Today, we tried to get him to eat, opening his mouth and trying to get him to eat and drink again.
After that, we got ready and left to go have a nice lunch on Canada Day. We come back, I go to do something and return to my mother calling to me. I walk into the room and there's a blanket on the floor, I look up at my mother, dreading what she is about to say.
"He's gone."
I try my best not to cry and ask her if she's sure he's dead.
His body was stiff and cold.
We buried him in the backyard wrapped up in his favorite blanket under a couple flower bushes.
R.I.P Crème, my sweet little angel.
