can a relationship be measured in rats?
I just heard from Wolf today. Martin! is dying. He's been diagnosed with pneumonia.
For those who don't know, Martin! is a fancy rat. When Wolf and I broke up, Martin! remained with him, since it was a better situation for him, but that never stopped me from missing the little guy. I haven't seen him since last July, and I won't get to see him before he passes -- it's only a matter of time.
I realized this, though I never said anything. I just didn't think it would be so soon.
When I first met Wolf, I had just gotten Rizzo. He was a fat medium rat that was originally intended to be snake food. I had him two and a half years, only one month of which I was not with Wolf. I don't think it was too long after his death that we got Martin!, I had not wanted to get another rat because I knew I wanted a Basenji eventually, but there's just something about animals that people can't offer, and we fell victim to the addiction that are Ratties and got Martin!.
He was so much different than Rizzo, cute and adorable and irrisitable in his own ways. He was far more adventurous, trying to jump/slide/hop distances that were really not feasible, escaping from the guest room countless times because he found some combination of books and boxes we had forgotten about. He likes cuddles, and there's a spot on his neck that will seriously stop him from tip to tail. Other than that, he's always on the move. I guess that hasn't changed much, despite everything. :-) He's on antibiotics right now and resting a lot easier. Wolf has the immeasurable task of keeping him from over-exerting himself and administering the medicine without stressing him. I remember holding Rizzo while Wolf gave him meds. We knew he was getting better when he fought back.
I'll miss not being able to see him before he goes, but I'll always remember him fondly.
For those who don't know, Martin! is a fancy rat. When Wolf and I broke up, Martin! remained with him, since it was a better situation for him, but that never stopped me from missing the little guy. I haven't seen him since last July, and I won't get to see him before he passes -- it's only a matter of time.
I realized this, though I never said anything. I just didn't think it would be so soon.
When I first met Wolf, I had just gotten Rizzo. He was a fat medium rat that was originally intended to be snake food. I had him two and a half years, only one month of which I was not with Wolf. I don't think it was too long after his death that we got Martin!, I had not wanted to get another rat because I knew I wanted a Basenji eventually, but there's just something about animals that people can't offer, and we fell victim to the addiction that are Ratties and got Martin!.
He was so much different than Rizzo, cute and adorable and irrisitable in his own ways. He was far more adventurous, trying to jump/slide/hop distances that were really not feasible, escaping from the guest room countless times because he found some combination of books and boxes we had forgotten about. He likes cuddles, and there's a spot on his neck that will seriously stop him from tip to tail. Other than that, he's always on the move. I guess that hasn't changed much, despite everything. :-) He's on antibiotics right now and resting a lot easier. Wolf has the immeasurable task of keeping him from over-exerting himself and administering the medicine without stressing him. I remember holding Rizzo while Wolf gave him meds. We knew he was getting better when he fought back.
I'll miss not being able to see him before he goes, but I'll always remember him fondly.