A couple days ago, I had to take Healy, my rat, to the vet to be put to sleep. He had been very ill for a couple months and I’d managed to take care of him and medicate him so he could carry on being himself as best he could.
He then started to get really bad and wouldn’t eat, drink or move much. He then stopped entirely and had no energy. It broke my heart to see him suffer.
I took him to the vet and said my goodbyes. My girlfriend and I (and the vet) got incredibly upset. I buried him with his nest he’d made out of scraps of paper from my bedroom floor.
I knew this day was coming and that I’d be upset but I never quite imagined it would be this bad. I am unbelievably grief stricken and feel guilty that I maybe didn’t do my best to save him.
He has been my companion for over two years now and life feels very strange without him. I guess I’m just posting this so I don’t feel so alone.
I’m not going to upload photos because looking at them is too painful. I will tell you that he was an adorable little grey dumbo rat though.
Rest in peace my friend xoxo