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My rattie Frank passed away during the night. He was a cutie, but unfortunately never really liked to be handled. Loved attention, but only on his terms. My flatmate's mother found him this morning. I have no idea why he died, but I've chosen not to ask that question any more with ratties. His cage mates didn't seem to care about his death, sick fucks. They started to eat him. I want to rehome them. I wanna cry, but there's no-one here to pick up the pieces. Poor Franky.