undergunfire
Retired Moderator
A year ago, to this day, and almost at this same time, last year....my precious heart rat was put to sleep due to a tumor on the brain.
Fayl was my first "real" pet. I paid for everything for her, with no help from anyone.
Fayl was rescued from a "friend", that had her inside a tiny hamster cage, on moldy pine bedding, algae filled water bottle, a dirty sock as a "bed", and was being fed saltine crackers.
I took her in, bathed her, bought her a HUGE cage, and spoiled her with love. As nice as her cage was, she was hardly in it, maybe 6 hours a day, while I slept. Fayl would run around my bedroom, nap on my bed, pee on Ryan's dirty socks on the floor, and go everywhere with me....to the store, out for coffee, to the mall, ect.
She loved to lay beside me on my bed while I surfed the internet on my laptop. She also loved to drown me with kisses...she would lick my hands, lips, ears, face...for hours if I let her. Sometimes it would annoy me, so I would put her onto the floor...and she would climb back up onto the bed no matter how many times I put her to the floor.
You could say Fayl was my best friend. We had a close bond, that could never be broken.
I did some research on rats when I brought her home, not much, but I knew what kind of foods she could eat and what type of toys she would like to play with. I sewed her an adorable "cube" to sleep in at night. One thing I didn't read about, was, a rat's life span and illness.
Fayl's death came on quick. I took her out of her cage last November 6th, in the morning, to play while I ate breakfast. I put her back in her cage while I showered, then went back to her cage to let her out.
Fayl didn't come out right away, like she used to. I called her name, and she wobbled up. Her spine looked twisted and her back legs were dragging, her tail spinning in circles.
I called for a vet appointment and waited...with my best friend, most likely in pain, but as happy and as licky as can be.
The vet said her outcome wasn't good. We could drug her up on prednisone and other meds, or help her cross to rattie heaven.
I made my first choice...not an everyday choice, life or death, and I had to give her death.
Fayl crossed over to rattie heaven, after living and amazing life with me for only 4 short months.
Today, to celebrate her life....Ryan and I bought Rattatoulie to watch, while pigging out on vanilla ice cream with our current pet ratties. Fayl loved vanilla ice cream
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Fayl will always be remembered sitting on my shoulder or hanging out between my "boobage". I am going to get a tattoo, when I have the time, of her on my chest, reaching towards my heart.
Play well in rattie heaven, Fayl.....my precious heart rat :hearts.
Fayl was my first "real" pet. I paid for everything for her, with no help from anyone.
Fayl was rescued from a "friend", that had her inside a tiny hamster cage, on moldy pine bedding, algae filled water bottle, a dirty sock as a "bed", and was being fed saltine crackers.
I took her in, bathed her, bought her a HUGE cage, and spoiled her with love. As nice as her cage was, she was hardly in it, maybe 6 hours a day, while I slept. Fayl would run around my bedroom, nap on my bed, pee on Ryan's dirty socks on the floor, and go everywhere with me....to the store, out for coffee, to the mall, ect.
She loved to lay beside me on my bed while I surfed the internet on my laptop. She also loved to drown me with kisses...she would lick my hands, lips, ears, face...for hours if I let her. Sometimes it would annoy me, so I would put her onto the floor...and she would climb back up onto the bed no matter how many times I put her to the floor.
You could say Fayl was my best friend. We had a close bond, that could never be broken.
I did some research on rats when I brought her home, not much, but I knew what kind of foods she could eat and what type of toys she would like to play with. I sewed her an adorable "cube" to sleep in at night. One thing I didn't read about, was, a rat's life span and illness.
Fayl's death came on quick. I took her out of her cage last November 6th, in the morning, to play while I ate breakfast. I put her back in her cage while I showered, then went back to her cage to let her out.
Fayl didn't come out right away, like she used to. I called her name, and she wobbled up. Her spine looked twisted and her back legs were dragging, her tail spinning in circles.
I called for a vet appointment and waited...with my best friend, most likely in pain, but as happy and as licky as can be.
The vet said her outcome wasn't good. We could drug her up on prednisone and other meds, or help her cross to rattie heaven.
I made my first choice...not an everyday choice, life or death, and I had to give her death.
Fayl crossed over to rattie heaven, after living and amazing life with me for only 4 short months.
Today, to celebrate her life....Ryan and I bought Rattatoulie to watch, while pigging out on vanilla ice cream with our current pet ratties. Fayl loved vanilla ice cream
.Fayl will always be remembered sitting on my shoulder or hanging out between my "boobage". I am going to get a tattoo, when I have the time, of her on my chest, reaching towards my heart.
Play well in rattie heaven, Fayl.....my precious heart rat :hearts.
