I decided to do this memorial early since I don’t know if I will be capable of it tomorrow night. :( My little berky rexy baby is almost gone. Rather suddenly at 21 months old. It looks like PT but she is not responding to steroids. If she is still with me in the morning I will drop her off at Dr. Munn’s for a peaceful euthanasia. Frizzy Kizzy as she was nicknamed was a very special little baby, who grew into a sweet rat. She was aging fast, her rexy coat was thinning in a lot of spots and it didn’t help that Angel her cagemate decided she needed more help and was barbering little bald patches near her ears.
She came from one of unglued’s oops litters and I hadn’t planned on taking any of the wee ones in. I met her and her siblings at just over 3 weeks old to take pics for potential adopters.
We meet…
I had always wanted a black rat, having never had one, but had met many by fostering or delivering them to new adopters. Andrea showed up with a 5 week old furry mite in her pocket as a gift to me. As we all know it’s very rude to not accept gifts!
She meets new friends and learns the delight of being happily squooshed
She loved hunting waterbottles, they were never safe with her around. Either I would try to drink from it and get flooded with water from her bite holes, or she would drag away the empty bottles.
She wrestled and played all her life, she was just so full of fun and joy in living. :D
I’ll always remember her as a silly shrieking happy handwrestling baby. :D
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