Having pet rats has been a marvelous and horrendous experience. They are so affectionate, but most of the time, they die in horrible ways—tumors, heart diseases… It’s heart-wrenching to see someone you love suffocating in your hands and feeling helpless, rushing to the vet, having to “make the right decision” while the poor thing licks your hand, not understanding what’s going on. Then you feel like shit, consumed by guilt both for making the decision and not making it fast enough at the same time. It really is unbearable, and yet I’m overwhelmed by nostalgia each time I see a picture of them.
You just made me cry.
Having pet rats has been a marvelous and horrendous experience. They are so affectionate, but most of the time, they die in horrible ways—tumors, heart diseases… It’s heart-wrenching to see someone you love suffocating in your hands and feeling helpless, rushing to the vet, having to “make the right decision” while the poor thing licks your hand, not understanding what’s going on. Then you feel like shit, consumed by guilt both for making the decision and not making it fast enough at the same time. It really is unbearable, and yet I’m overwhelmed by nostalgia each time I see a picture of them.