I got an email this morning that one of the baby rats I was going to adopt fell off the top of their cage and didn't make it.
I was going to pick them up tomorrow.
The person I was getting them from even referred to her as Oscar, since she'd asked what I was planning to name them. Apparently Oscar was not a good choice of names.
Might've just spent 15 minutes in Jewels' bathroom sobbing. I've been waiting for them to be old enough for me to take home since they were born in February. I was finally going to get them tomorrow. I've been looking forward to bringing these babies home for weeks. Mom and I went shopping for all their cage furnishings and food yesterday and even she was excited, which is a huge deal.
I just. I can't even believe.
And now I don't know what to do. It was a perfect situation. I was bringing two babies home as well as their momma who was going to go to
knightvision. I don't know if I should still bring home Sapphire and try to find a similarly aged cage mate for her later, or what..
They were ready to come home last week. I could've gotten them then but I thought I'd wait until after this weekend since I was coming home. Trying hard not to think about the fact that she would have been okay if I actually had.
Nothing like losing a pet you didn't even get to meet.