Bye, sweetheart.
Mar. 23rd, 2009 12:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maychorianMy sweet Wallace rat is dead.
I realized that he was sick Friday night. It felt like he had tumors in his abdomen. He'd probably had them for a long time, but I didn't recognize it until it was too late. He was so very weak toward the end, wouldn't even eat anything. I spent the whole weekend trying to coax him to eat--peanut butter, yogurt, mushed up Cheerios, treats that he used to love. Of course I made a vet appointment for the earliest I could get this week, even though I knew I wouldn't really be able to afford it, but it didn't matter. When I checked him this morning he was gone.
I got him at a pet store, so I'm not sure how old he was, but I know that it wasn't more than a year or so. Some beloved pet ratties get much longer. But I know that I loved him and he loved me, and I enjoyed every moment I had with him. Sometimes that's all you can hope for.
Good-bye, honey.
I realized that he was sick Friday night. It felt like he had tumors in his abdomen. He'd probably had them for a long time, but I didn't recognize it until it was too late. He was so very weak toward the end, wouldn't even eat anything. I spent the whole weekend trying to coax him to eat--peanut butter, yogurt, mushed up Cheerios, treats that he used to love. Of course I made a vet appointment for the earliest I could get this week, even though I knew I wouldn't really be able to afford it, but it didn't matter. When I checked him this morning he was gone.
I got him at a pet store, so I'm not sure how old he was, but I know that it wasn't more than a year or so. Some beloved pet ratties get much longer. But I know that I loved him and he loved me, and I enjoyed every moment I had with him. Sometimes that's all you can hope for.
Good-bye, honey.
