The rat who started it all passed away this morning. He was my foster failure. His owner had been staying with his friend and his friend's aunt and uncle. The owner upped and left, leaving his rat behind. He has been battling a myco flare up for a while but I think he was getting up there in age too. He has been steadily losing weight but last night when I got home at 1am, I noticed he looked extremely frail. I woke up this morning, went to the cage to greet the rats, and noticed my favorite rat wasn't in his beloved cube. I haven't even had him for a half a year yet but my heart still feels like it has shattered into a million pieces.
RIP Sweet boy.. mommy misses you
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