May 14th, 2013
January 1st, 2012
This picture is of a rat who never even got a name. I ended up in the hospital shortly after this picture was taken and she passed away shortly after I got out. She was Iris’ biological sister and I took her home with Iris even though my mother told me no. She was a double rex, just like Iris and her fur was very thin. When she passed, I felt like a complete failure with my animals because I wasn’t there for her. She didn’t even make it in time for me to make her a vet appointment. She never got a name, but she is always in my thoughts, just like Iris, Basil, and Munna.
I hate when people say stuff like, there’s no reason to be upset because someone has it worse than you. It’s just like saying there’s no reason to be happy because someone has it better than you.
July 17th, 2012
(November 2011 - March 7th, 2014)
I have so many pictures of her. I was really looking forward to taking more. She waited until I got to her to pass. I just really hope she knows how much I loved her. I was so upset, I could barely even choke out the words “I love you”.
I plan on posting more pictures of her that I haven’t yet because I I love just about every picture I ever took of her.
Munna passed away in my hands shortly after I arrived at Carrie’s house. Thyme laid with her and let me pet her for quite some time before we left. Now it’s just Thyme in her giant cage. I miss Munna so much already. She was supposed to come home tomorrow. It’s not fair. I’m a pessimistic person, but I was able to convince myself everything would be OK. The one thing that needed to go right was her surgery… And it did, even when everything was going to hell. I was still so happy and nothing phased me, because the one thing I needed to go right, did. Now the weight of everything is crashing down on me and Munna is gone. Her adorable dorky little self will never greet me in the morning or when I get home from work again. Thyme seems depressed and I don’t know if I can bring myself to get another rat. Thyme may be going back to Carrie’s house. I’m sure she would be fine with that. Lots of friends for her there.
Munna took a turn for the worst. She was fine when Carrie left this morning and is breathing heavy and lethargic now… Weird how you can go from being so incredibly happy to regretting that happiness just upon reading the caller ID. My boyfriend is going to drive us out there tonight so I can see her. There isn’t enough time to get her to the vet tonight. They close in an hour and 15 minutes and the drive to Carrie’s is an hour.
I tried so hard not to think about what happened to Basil… I’m still trying to convince myself that she will pull through.
Frida in February, 2014
Munna is awake and doing great. I didn’t realize how stressed I was about the surgery until I received the call. I almost broke into tears before even listening to the voice-mail.
The giant tumor is gone and Dr. Barnes said that it was filled with infection a long with the abscesses.
Munna is 27 months old. I’m so proud of my strong old lady. Be prepared for Munna spam once I have her back and she is feeling like herself.