It was not a great day even though it was Friday the 13th, which is a day I normally enjoy. I came home to my beautiful Fayth gone in her cage. She was only 18 months old, she was bouncing and happy this morning, when I said good morning to the Mini-Horde and changed their bowl of water. She had only been sick once with a URI when I got her at 7 weeks old. Stroke, heart attack, bleeding PT? She was at that Dangerous Age I hate so much.
Fayth was bought to tempt the appetite of a snake that was refusing its frozen food. The girl finally decided she couldn’t do it and grabbed Fayth out and put her in with her OWN pet rats. :doh:
So Fayth became the “Lookee my sweet new baby” …for awhile. Then a family situation arose and she decided someone had to take in little Fayth or she was going back to the feeder bin.
Shelagh looks in the mirror to see if Sucker is tattooed on her forehead.
I confirm pick up of 7 week old Baby Fayth but are told that she is sneezing a little…do I still want her? As if!!! I pick her up and the wee thing has a severe URI…:( I started her on pediatric friendly abs but upped her to baytril in the first 2 days. I was soo scared I was going to lose her. She cleared up beautifully and had never been sick again in her life. She was a bright, shining, happy spirit, always part of the group, but recently had been seeking me out for extra attention.
This girl was my Christmas Rattie.
Not impressed with the hat Lady!
Then she met the Bronlings and became a Girl, a wannabe PEW and Bear’s Mini-Me…
I am sure my sweet girl is just hanging around wherever she is, happy and active as always. :heart: :heart:
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