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RIP, Ford
Ford passed away sometime late last night/early this morning. Since he was breathing audibly last night (always a bad sign), I'm not terribly surprised, though I had still hoped. I don't really think it's quite hit me yet either; it'll probably do so when I go to bury him by the peach tree in the back yard and sing to him.
I can only think that at least now he's somewhere he can be healthy, somewhere with lots of other rats to play with and people who know exactly the right spots to skritch and who'll give him peanut butter and yoggies and stuff, and I hope I'll see him again someday.
Click the cut to see good-bye art: ( My little angel )
I love you, Ford. Be at peace.
Edit: Good-bye art of Ford now up. I buried him in the back yard under the peach tree; Dad supplied a cigar box for the task (one Mom had picked out) and Tomas was sweet enough to dig the hole for me, and then treated me to dinner to boot. Mom and I'll probably pick out a marker for Ford tomorrow sometime.
I can only think that at least now he's somewhere he can be healthy, somewhere with lots of other rats to play with and people who know exactly the right spots to skritch and who'll give him peanut butter and yoggies and stuff, and I hope I'll see him again someday.
Click the cut to see good-bye art: ( My little angel )
I love you, Ford. Be at peace.
Edit: Good-bye art of Ford now up. I buried him in the back yard under the peach tree; Dad supplied a cigar box for the task (one Mom had picked out) and Tomas was sweet enough to dig the hole for me, and then treated me to dinner to boot. Mom and I'll probably pick out a marker for Ford tomorrow sometime.
