Today, we’re taking a break from Christmas stuff to share a personal post. About two weeks ago we lost our pet rat, Scribble. For a while, I hesitated to even write this post because I feel like pet rats have a weird/icky stigma but, in all honesty, if you have a pet that you dearly love, the loss is painful, no matter what type of animal they were. In more ways than one, Scribble was like our first child. We loved this rat and we’re happy to have had him as a part of our lives.
Most days you could find him lounging on the couch, under blankets, with just a nose indicating his location.But he also liked to romp around and find new hiding spots like our pantry or, during the holidays, under the Christmas tree skirt. And even though a lot of people don’t believe it, he knew his name and that we were his parents and he trusted us to take care of him.
Towards the end of November, he had trouble breathing and would hardly move around. In the hopes that it was just a temporary illness, we took him to a veterinarian who said that because he was an older rat, the chances of recovery were slim to none and he would continue to get worse. We decided to give him peace and let him go. He was a wonderful pet and we miss him but we’re just glad to have had the time we had with Scribble as our adorable and loving pet.