Oh, the price we pay when we love an animal:
Wonderful, sweet, talkative, lovable Huey went over the Rainbow Bridge yesterday.
He had had a previous run-in with a nasty respiratory infection in the past, but he had improved. Yesterday, I noticed his breathing was labored, so I grabbed him and Lorelei and sped to the vet. He arrested as I was running him into the office. The vet and staff tried to resuscitate him, but with rats, once they're gone, it's nearly impossible to get them back.
We brought him home and buried him under our flowering crabapple tree, out near the bird feeders. Isabelle and I will paint him a nice stone for his resting place.
Lorelei has been breaking my heart, calling out, "Eewwy, Eewwy" (her version of Huey)
and how can I explain to a 2 year old?
Huey was the rat who made me love rats.
He will be missed by his humans, and his cage-mate Penny.