It's now official... I'm a failed foster once more! I officially adopted Hans and Richie (now Flash and Ivan) yesterday. I had bad news for both Jay and Emilie on Tuesday, so BF figured that we would be down to 2 sooner than later so he accepted an earlier adoption in order to get done with the neuter faster (that, and the fact that he cannot stand the intact hormonal male smell, marking and greasy hair any longer! LOL). They will go under on Tuesday.
Bad news are that Emilie is officially diagnosed with a brain tumor that is suspected to be other than PT. We are trying the bromo on her, we'll see. And on top of his ongoing heart issue (for which he is topped on all 3 heart meds), his growing tumour on his butt and his HED, Jay now has a new mass on his intestines, an ulcer in one eye due to the fact that he cannot close that eye completely any longer, and the classic abcess on his belly, close to his penis (or so we hope it's only an abcess). But the will to live in this rat is just purely extraordinary! He litterally THROWS himself at me to get scratches and kisses... Gosh I'll miss my boy! And the good side of Emilie's tumour is that she forgot she didn't like to be handled and she too thrives for my constant attention...
On the other side of the medal, the good (bittersweet) news, though, is that I will be at goal with 4 rats when those two leave me... 2 males and 2 females as I was aiming for, and that I have adopted my 2 remaining fosters so I won't have to worry seeing them going to a strange home anymore.
I'll try to post pictures some time, is my sickies leave me some breathing room...