on January 5, my beloved hairless rat,
Fluffy had to be put down.
I cant relieve myself from
it right now, it just keeps builing up and i
look at Tum(my other rat-they star out his real name...), and i cant
help but get upset.
I have never seen such a love and such a bond
untill the day before Fluffy passed.
She was really weak and was falling alot
unable to balance her weight,
and im pretty sure she had quickly lost most of her sight.
The night before i had to take her in, she took a turn for the worst.
She couldnt even drink without help,
she had stopped beign able to clean herself,
every time she tried... She fell on her back...
She had been doing this for a few days... But
Thsi time.. She stopped getting up.
And just layed in a ball on her side.
Her mate(if you can even call him that), Tum,
had began cleaning her, and looking out for her.
This last night...
Fluffy was trying to get into the house, but had no strength
and she began resting on Tum's head.
I was shocked at what i saw next.
Tum begins to slowly squeeze himself out and
rocks her back further on his back and her crawls under her
to support her.
And he laid there.
The next mourning, i took Fluffy in.
Tum knew she wouldnt come back...
He just stood over her and got anxious when i went
Our trusy vet took Fluffy in her hands and
went to the back.
She came out about 15 minutes later.
She said it had been her time,
and she let go really quick under the gas.
I took her body home and let Tum see her.
I wanted him to know she couldnt come back...
He walked over to the little Mac box that held her
and he smelt her... Knwoing it wasnt her smell,
he started looking around the room looking for her...
He saw her,
but didnt smell her.
He looked around looking as though he wasnt sure
if his eyes had decieved him or not...
And he walked over to her...
And carefully stood over her.
He wouldnt let me take her...
He was trying to protect her from me...
I cant help but feel horrible for this and
if it was right or if i should have just let her
go at home.
I miss my naked baby.
The mourning of...