Poor Rattie
So it's official. Virgil is deaf.
She is:
Deaf
Blind
Unable to climb and barely able to walk
Unable to clean her back half
Loosing weight no matter what I do - I can feel all her bones
A part of me knows it's time, knows she is just not the happy little flirt who loved airplanes and could run around the room so busy with smells for hours but who would always remember to check in for a good scritch.
I remember when she was born and looked like a little ball of mochi.
I remember the first time Dante brought her out to me. She only had peach fuzz and nuzzled into me as Dante watched like a nervous mommy.
I remember how even in airports she would be eager to poke her nose to the edge of the cage and flirt with the inspectors. I know how many people have changed their minds about the entire rat world after 5 minutes of her loving trusting nature.
I remember how when Dante got arthritis Virgil caried all the bedding and food to the upstairs nest to make it easy on her.
Now all she wants to do is be held and I'm afraid her world is nothing but darkness and I wonder if it wouldn't be better.... and then she comes to me, holds my fingers down so assertively to clean every inch and she arches her head up to hold her nose against my face for what feels like ages and I can't do it.
Virgil just has one of the most loving personalities I have ever encountered in any creature and... I am so close to crying right now. I don't know what to do.
She is:
Deaf
Blind
Unable to climb and barely able to walk
Unable to clean her back half
Loosing weight no matter what I do - I can feel all her bones
A part of me knows it's time, knows she is just not the happy little flirt who loved airplanes and could run around the room so busy with smells for hours but who would always remember to check in for a good scritch.
I remember when she was born and looked like a little ball of mochi.
I remember the first time Dante brought her out to me. She only had peach fuzz and nuzzled into me as Dante watched like a nervous mommy.
I remember how even in airports she would be eager to poke her nose to the edge of the cage and flirt with the inspectors. I know how many people have changed their minds about the entire rat world after 5 minutes of her loving trusting nature.
I remember how when Dante got arthritis Virgil caried all the bedding and food to the upstairs nest to make it easy on her.
Now all she wants to do is be held and I'm afraid her world is nothing but darkness and I wonder if it wouldn't be better.... and then she comes to me, holds my fingers down so assertively to clean every inch and she arches her head up to hold her nose against my face for what feels like ages and I can't do it.
Virgil just has one of the most loving personalities I have ever encountered in any creature and... I am so close to crying right now. I don't know what to do.