Tosca and Cleo were 11 weeks old when they entered my life. They were from an oops litter of Unglued’s and little Cleo must’ve slipped into the boys cage. She ended up surprising unglued with 2 tiny eepers, fed them once and then ignored them. Unglued contacted me the next day and I told her to bring them all over. Sadly the baby boy died before she left to come to my place. When she arrived, the little pink girl was squalling but unfortunately unglued didn’t realize about helping eepers eliminate and her belly was black and blue from toxic milk. I tried so hard to get her to eliminate and got some of that nastiness out, before feeding her a little baby formula. Then I had to leave her to pick up 4 boys who had just been neutered. When I got home, wee Sarah was still pink and squalling but suddenly just stopped and died in my hand. Cleo, her confused young mom, became very depressed so I called unglued and told her to bring her remaining sister to me for Cleo (their original adopter had bailed). She was overjoyed to see her sister again and the sadness faded and the Punks were born. LOL.
They met many new rats and only when they were a bit older did they start their bullying ways, and I ended up splitting up my lovely Baby Cage into the Mini-Horde and the Punks. The Punks were a very rowdy group with Tosca (my first dumbo) as the gangleader and Cleo right behind. They also lived with my Bronling girls and Kismet, another girl from unglued but a different litter.
So the little scabs from the occasional scraps, the shrieking as they argued became part of their lives and then they would all cuddle up together like nothing had happened.
Little by little my Punks went on to the Big Gang in the Sky, until it was finally Tosca and Cleo. Cleo popped 5 tumours all at once at about 28 months of age…and Tosca had one smaller one. And they kept going…Cleo’s tumors became huge, and it was awful to see, but she figured out ways to get around and ALWAYS went to the base of the cage to poop. Tosca was running on her wheel 2 days ago. I was just waiting for my sign from Cleo that it was Time, but sadly Tosca was the one waving the flag. She had a choke yesterday morning and she didn’t recover very well, but was happy to lie in my lap last night and get cuddles, scratches and ear rubs. This morning as I was leaving for work, I saw her looking uncomfortable, and a little gaspy, I am thinking she aspirated something, so I decided it was my sign and dropped them off to my vet this morning.
I knew Cleo would be lost without her sister and was terribly confused and unsure on the couch when Tosca and I were lying on the livingroom floor while she was choking yesterday. So they were euthanized together.
My silly bratty girls…so much trouble, so many times I would wake up to screams from one of Tosca’s “victims”, so many comforters, clothes, things pulled into cages and happily destroyed. I will miss them immensely.
My teeny tiny trouble makers
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