One of my rats, Harriet, is dying. She’s been sick with the sniffles the last few days and in the last eighteen hours or so it’s gotten a lot worse. Her breathing seems to be okay but she’s too weak to move. She’s also lost a lot of grams — so bony in comparison to her sisters. I think it’s just her time. She’s kind of old — two and a half, almost three.
Of course, Labor Day Weekend is not a good time to get sick, for either rat or human. If she lives through the night (and I’m not sure she will) I’ll probably take her to the vet tomorrow to get put down. She’s a good little girl and I don’t want to prolong this.
In the meantime she’s with me, wrapped up in blankets, and I keep stroking her tiny head.
UPDATE: She died around 2:30 a.m.