*sniff*
I had such a long day with the kids today & then to top it all off, I got home & my sweet little rat Willow had really taken a turn for the worse. She'd been making weird little squeaky noises very inconsistently off & on for a couple of weeks, but they were so sporadic that I decided she just had a little cold or something & I have been keeping an eye on her. Well, when I got home today & went to check on her & feed her, she was REAL bad off. So I called the after hours vet & they said that rats usually don't live to be 2 or so (which is what she is) & that they can get the respiratory funk pretty easily. Long story short, I decided to have her put to sleep. It was a very difficult decision & I've been beating myself up & feeling really guilty about it. I keep having to tell myself that she was just about as old as she was going to get & really sick. Her turn really seemed to happen so quickly. She was just jumping around for me the other day & climbing on me while I was playing with her, she seemed to really love the new nummies I got for her & now, she's gone. I cried alot. For a rat. [shrug] Go figure.
Bye Willow. Rest in peace little sweetie pie.