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Back from the vet, just had to have Revan put to sleep.
He was about 18 months and apparently had liver disease from birth, however rats are hardy and he didn't even show any outward signs until last week, he struggled on for several days and then I caved and took him to the vet, hoping that he would get the needle, because, lets face it, watching something you love suffering so much is agony, it really is.
But he got the gas in the end and a neat little cardboard box that we buried in my parents pet cemetery... sorry... "garden".
My sister made a little cross out of twigs, and although I'm not known for my tolerance of religion, I didn't mind the gesture. My brother buried him and helped me say a final goodbye.
I already miss him, I really do, we have this huge cage now and no sweet little creature to play in it.
I'm planning on getting some more, a group of them this time. We had Revan by himself as he was the only rat in the pet store, and the store clerks were all scared of rats. So we took him on to give him a good home, we tamed him, socialized him and spoiled him rotten in the time we had him.
The worst part about having pets is this part, when no matter how much you care and love something mortality doesn't give a damn.
He was about 18 months and apparently had liver disease from birth, however rats are hardy and he didn't even show any outward signs until last week, he struggled on for several days and then I caved and took him to the vet, hoping that he would get the needle, because, lets face it, watching something you love suffering so much is agony, it really is.
But he got the gas in the end and a neat little cardboard box that we buried in my parents pet cemetery... sorry... "garden".
My sister made a little cross out of twigs, and although I'm not known for my tolerance of religion, I didn't mind the gesture. My brother buried him and helped me say a final goodbye.
I already miss him, I really do, we have this huge cage now and no sweet little creature to play in it.
I'm planning on getting some more, a group of them this time. We had Revan by himself as he was the only rat in the pet store, and the store clerks were all scared of rats. So we took him on to give him a good home, we tamed him, socialized him and spoiled him rotten in the time we had him.
The worst part about having pets is this part, when no matter how much you care and love something mortality doesn't give a damn.