mercurydust
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It wasn't what I wanted to wake up to this morning. Everyone was just fine last night when I fed the furkids. Around noon today, I saw a tail sticking out of the bottom of the cage, gave it a playful tug like I always do to an exposed tail, only this time, no response from the tail owner. My Harry Bum, wasn't moving. He passed some time during the night. What disturbs me, is that he was literally covered in tiny bugs. Almost like some sort of lice. I had never noticed any bugs on any of them, or scabs that usually are associated with mites. It really bothers me. I am waiting for the pet cemetary to call me back so I can arrange a place to meet them so they can take Harry to be cremated. I am also bothered because I don't know what these bugs are, mites are usually too small to be seen like that. I am thinking it is some kind of lice. I don't know. I do know that even though I can't see any of them on the other kids, they are getting a fresh Revolution treatment just in case as well as everything in the cage is going to be sanitized and if it can, just thrown away.
I rescued Harry and his brother Owen from the animal shelter here in Charlotte sometime last year, the exact date escapes my mind right now. Harry was a big boy, almost 2lbs of manrat, but not overweight. He was such a dollbaby, so quiet and affectionate. He bit me the very first night I brought him home, didn't draw any blood. He had lived his entire life up to that point in a shelter where his human contact was limited to feeding and cage cleaning time. Considering that, he was a very sweet guy once he realized how good it felt to be cuddled and loved on. My major concern now is his brother, Owen. They have been together for so long and were very bonded. Hopefully my Owen Butt will find comfort with his younger brother Chance. Sigh...this is the only part I don't like about having rats as pets. Just never enough time.
I rescued Harry and his brother Owen from the animal shelter here in Charlotte sometime last year, the exact date escapes my mind right now. Harry was a big boy, almost 2lbs of manrat, but not overweight. He was such a dollbaby, so quiet and affectionate. He bit me the very first night I brought him home, didn't draw any blood. He had lived his entire life up to that point in a shelter where his human contact was limited to feeding and cage cleaning time. Considering that, he was a very sweet guy once he realized how good it felt to be cuddled and loved on. My major concern now is his brother, Owen. They have been together for so long and were very bonded. Hopefully my Owen Butt will find comfort with his younger brother Chance. Sigh...this is the only part I don't like about having rats as pets. Just never enough time.