...and is, so don't be reading this while you're munching your lunch...you've been warned!
Here's a visual for you. Our second rat has passed on. (The first died before the move) This one was nearing 2, so had a decent life. (Despite being a female and living with the unfortunate name Scabbers, thanks to JKR) It was in pretty sad shape last few days, and we were on a death watch. When it got bad enough I would have closed it tightly in a plastic bag and let it suffocate. Figure that's more humane than smacking it with a shovel.
Anyhoo, we were out somewheres and when we got back Quinn comes running over and says "The cat scratched Scabbers tail!" What he meant of course, was that the rat was lying helpless in the cage, sucking and wheezing out it's last breath as the cat sat there chewing on it's tail which was sticking out of the cage. Eating it alive basically. The rat too "on deaths door" to notice. Nice. Boney little end of a bloody tail sticking out, eyes bulging. You get the picture. I did warn you. Take that Mr. Brendan 'I once had to clean rat blood off the wall' Russell. We had to wipe it off our victorious cat! I win! In your face! (I'll never touch another pogo as long as I live...)
So, the rat is now wrapped up in a modified cereal box in the freezer, awaiting the big thaw and final resting place. At least this one will have the dignity of a proper burial, instead of going out in the green bin like the previous one. (PS, don't put your x-pets in the green bin kids!) The kids have drawn pictures and memories on a peice of paper that we'll further wrap the box in, they seem to be taking it fairly well. There have been a few nice distractions this weekend to help them take their minds off the tragedy. Visitors, cousins, swimming lessons, biscotti, etc.
No photo this post. Yes, you're welcome.
2 comments:
You win Tim. This is why I'm a dog person.
Did I ever tell you about my little brother's rat Edgar? Almost overnight a tumor appeared on his neck the size of his head and he was advised to put it down. Rather than pay the vet, he decided to go "Old Yeller" style and do it himself.
He started the car, put Edgar in a plastic bag and held it over the tailpipe. About five minutes later he came back into the house, looking very sombre - That was probably the hardest thing he ever had to do...
...Until about 2 minutes later when the bag started twitching and he had to do it all over again.
there's a story about my mom, laundry, and the cat jumping into the dryer when she wasn't looking...it didn't end well...for the cat...or for the clothes we had to bury as well because it had cooked cat all over it.
rest in peace Scabbers
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