mercurydust
Well-Known Member
It has been almost a week since I lost my Lily Bear...and though I am not as depressed about her loss as I was the first couple of days, I am still sad. Their is an empty space in my heart. Yesterday, was my one day off from work last week, so all of my run around errands were squeezed into one day. Had to make a stop at my favorite pet supply store to pick up some treats and food for the fur kids because they have the lowest prices and it is a very pleasant little mom and pop store-and they don't sell pets. Well, while I am in there, on the counter I see a cardboard box-inside are four baby, I mean tiny, little rats all huddled into the corner. The clerk noticed the 'WTF' expression on my face and explains that someone, they didn't see who, walked up to the store and left the box with the babies in it by their door. We are having a real cold snap right now, so it was maybe 28 degrees outside that day? Not as cold as some of you up in Canada get...but for those wee ones it was very cold. They weren't sure how long they were out there, but when someone noticed them they were quickly brought inside. They were four little black and white hoodie dumbos...terrified and cold. Poor babies! Ugh I was furious! I enquired as to what they were going to do with them, and they lady said her neice has rats and was going to give the girls to her, but she wasn't sure what to do with the boy. That is where I come in. I offered to take him. I have been wanting another boy-and he needed me. She was apprehensive at first about letting me take him, but once I whipped out my Blackberry and started showing off pictures of my rats here at home, she agreed. I slipped the little guy into my hoodie pocket, where he rode around with me all over town for the rest of that day. He even went with me to dinner at an italian restaurant, tucked into a ball in my warm pocket. Every now and then I would slide my hand in to check on him, and he would lick my fingers. He has a bit of a sniffle, so I have started him on some baytril and he is going to see Doc Fennel on wednesday. He is so tiny...I guess maybe four weeks old, possibly five? He is such a little lover, sweet as can be. I don't understand how some people can be so ignorrant and thoughtless....
But, their idiocity is my gain, and I have another little one to love. So, meet Merrick.
A bit shy...
What a face!
Such a handsome little guy...I love his markings.
Lookit them whiskers!
You will never be cold again, wee one.
But, their idiocity is my gain, and I have another little one to love. So, meet Merrick.
A bit shy...
What a face!
Such a handsome little guy...I love his markings.
Lookit them whiskers!
You will never be cold again, wee one.