In honor of an old friend.
Two years ago I found an adorable little brown mouse under my fridge. The girl had just barely opened her eyes and I feared she might die if left to be. After some goading and empty promises, my mom allowed me to keep her in a small aquarium until she grew enough to survive in the wild. I'd named her Buboni, in hope. Well, she survived, grew considerably and was released into the wild. I even made sure not to let her become too attached to people so that she would have a better chance.
Shortly afterwards, my mom decided that small rodents can be charming and adorable. She brought me to my sister's friend's house. Her family kept six snakes and raised rats for feeding. I was told to pick two. I picked an albino and a brown spotted rat. The albino became Frank and the spotted one became Dean, after the two founding members of the Rat Pack. I have a tendency to name pets after references I find interesting.
Two months ago, I was told that my apartment was revising the pet policy, and that my beloved rats would have to go. I brought them back home to my parents, where I knew my mom would give them the treatment and love they deserve.
Today I was told to look at Dean. Since last night she's developed a large soft lump under her leg, approximately where the bladder is. It is too sudden and soft to be cancer. I fear that something internal has ruptured, and that she won't make it long. What's worse, I can't afford to bring her anywhere that could help her.
She looked up at me with those beady brown eyes. I can tell she doesn't want to be held; she never was one for holding. Frank has been lying on her the entire day. They were always inseperable. I'm glad to see they're together now.
I already miss my poor Dean.
Shortly afterwards, my mom decided that small rodents can be charming and adorable. She brought me to my sister's friend's house. Her family kept six snakes and raised rats for feeding. I was told to pick two. I picked an albino and a brown spotted rat. The albino became Frank and the spotted one became Dean, after the two founding members of the Rat Pack. I have a tendency to name pets after references I find interesting.
Two months ago, I was told that my apartment was revising the pet policy, and that my beloved rats would have to go. I brought them back home to my parents, where I knew my mom would give them the treatment and love they deserve.
Today I was told to look at Dean. Since last night she's developed a large soft lump under her leg, approximately where the bladder is. It is too sudden and soft to be cancer. I fear that something internal has ruptured, and that she won't make it long. What's worse, I can't afford to bring her anywhere that could help her.
She looked up at me with those beady brown eyes. I can tell she doesn't want to be held; she never was one for holding. Frank has been lying on her the entire day. They were always inseperable. I'm glad to see they're together now.
I already miss my poor Dean.