Mandon
Senior Member
Well... it's finally happened. My sweet, darling old gal Momo has gone to the bridge.
I don't want to go over the things that led up to this.. I'm sure most of you already know what Momo was dealing with and why I had to put her to sleep, but now that she's gone [and buried next to her mummy] I can finally, safely, and absolutely say that I made the right decision.
Momo was in pain. I wish that wasn't the case but I didn't notice until it was too late. She had a tumor in her cheek that completely messed up the alignment of her jaw and teeth, and on top of that - after examining her body after she passed away, I found one of her trademark malignant tumors growing inside her, near the ribcage area. Which kind of throws out my belief that the cancerous tumors had stopped growing.
Momo and I fought through many battles, many health conditions, and many surgeries - and my girl toughed through every single one of them. She was unbelievably strong and brave, and I doubt I'll ever meet another rat that rivals her in that field. She never seemed to be afraid.. it was like she knew something I didn't. That she was here to teach me to be brave too..
But enough about her health problems. I want to talk about Momo BEFORE she grew her first tumor. It seems like she's been dealing with them for so long that I've started to identify her with that chapter of her life.. and forgot about little 3 month Momo climbing into my sleeves and stealing snacks from my hand, of the precious little girl jumping onto my lap and trying to explore my carpet, without a fear in the world. A dream that I - on two occasions, allowed her, when it became obvious that she would die at any point. That was 8 months before she actually did. She surpassed my expectations.
Momo was my favourite rat.. she was more than a pet. She was a companion that I had with me for two straight years. My heart feels like it's being stabbed repeatably with the knowledge that she's gone, but I know she'll never truly be gone as long as I keep her in my heart.
Momo died in my arms today, painlessly slipping away to the bridge to reunite with Pepper and Daisy. I hope some day I'll be able to see her again.. but until that day, I'll continue fighting more battles with my remaining girls. It may hurt now, and it will hurt again.. but the memories Momo gave to me make all this suffering worth it.
Allow me to repeat my last words to you Momo... I love you. I will always love you.
Rest in Peace Momes.
I don't want to go over the things that led up to this.. I'm sure most of you already know what Momo was dealing with and why I had to put her to sleep, but now that she's gone [and buried next to her mummy] I can finally, safely, and absolutely say that I made the right decision.
Momo was in pain. I wish that wasn't the case but I didn't notice until it was too late. She had a tumor in her cheek that completely messed up the alignment of her jaw and teeth, and on top of that - after examining her body after she passed away, I found one of her trademark malignant tumors growing inside her, near the ribcage area. Which kind of throws out my belief that the cancerous tumors had stopped growing.
Momo and I fought through many battles, many health conditions, and many surgeries - and my girl toughed through every single one of them. She was unbelievably strong and brave, and I doubt I'll ever meet another rat that rivals her in that field. She never seemed to be afraid.. it was like she knew something I didn't. That she was here to teach me to be brave too..
But enough about her health problems. I want to talk about Momo BEFORE she grew her first tumor. It seems like she's been dealing with them for so long that I've started to identify her with that chapter of her life.. and forgot about little 3 month Momo climbing into my sleeves and stealing snacks from my hand, of the precious little girl jumping onto my lap and trying to explore my carpet, without a fear in the world. A dream that I - on two occasions, allowed her, when it became obvious that she would die at any point. That was 8 months before she actually did. She surpassed my expectations.
Momo was my favourite rat.. she was more than a pet. She was a companion that I had with me for two straight years. My heart feels like it's being stabbed repeatably with the knowledge that she's gone, but I know she'll never truly be gone as long as I keep her in my heart.
Momo died in my arms today, painlessly slipping away to the bridge to reunite with Pepper and Daisy. I hope some day I'll be able to see her again.. but until that day, I'll continue fighting more battles with my remaining girls. It may hurt now, and it will hurt again.. but the memories Momo gave to me make all this suffering worth it.
Allow me to repeat my last words to you Momo... I love you. I will always love you.
Rest in Peace Momes.
