Description: Female Blue Agouti Hooded
Carries: N/A

Health: Brain damage due to short distance fall
Temperament: Sweetest rat you will ever know.. she's my first and foremost baby.
DOB: (unk) Dec 2004?
Siblings: N/A

Status: Rainbow Bridge (Cancer) - 12/04/06: Kitty.. was my best friend. She went everywhere with me when she was younger. When she fell and scrambled her brains, I cried like a little pansy. She lived longer than I expected her to, but not long enough. I don't think forever would have been long enough for me. I wasn't ready to say goodbye, but I had to make that decision for her. She couldn't walk anymore, although she was holding on - but I think she was holding on for me. I think she knew I needed her to be happy. She gave me kisses, when I got her out of her cage. She was so overjoyed to be out.. to be held.. to be a rat. I set her down; just to try and steel myself against the inevitable - would she be just fine? Was I overreacting? Or did I really have to take this wonderful, perfect being and let her sleep eternally? She walked in circles. She was frustrated.. and panicked.. because she couldn't change directions, or even stop. In the car on the way over, she rested her head in my hand and let me just pet the top of her head. Closed her eyes and bruxed for me for the very last time. Bit my lip and gave me kisses the way she always had. It was so hard. It is so hard. I know she's better, I know she finally feels okay, I know she's back to "normal" and she can walk again, in the field beyond the Rainbow Bridge, and I know she's okay with my decision. I know I did right by her. But it hurts. Every day I woke up I wished she'd have passed away in her sleep. When I came home from work, I half dreaded, half expected, almost wished she'd be dead. I didn't want to have to play grim reaper. I wanted her to pass naturally. I wanted that responsibility to be out of my hands. Pretty selfish, huh? The hardest part of owning a living creature is knowing when to let them cross over; whether naturally or assisted. I don't feel guilty, I just feel sad. Mostly for myself.. because I miss her.. and I know I'll always miss her. I can't bring myself to clean out her cage. I can't see a picture of her face without tearing up. Talking about it today made me turn red and sniffle. Nobody really gets it -- "it's just a rat". But no, it isn't. Because she was my buddy. I've owned over 120 rats.. I've seen all types. There have been some really great ones - But there will never be another Kitty. Not ever. And I'm okay with that. I just wish I could be okay with being alone again. Here's to my Kitty. There is nothing more to say; just I Love You.