Since I've been living in this apartment since September 2002, I haven't
had any rat deaths. I've had two in the past two days. The day after Marty
passed, Friday followed. Friday came to me from a lady from Bakersfield who
had six shelter saves. Five went to homes and Friday ended up staying with
me because she kept following Easter around, everywhere, all over the place.
After forming such a quick bond with Easter, she had to stay, and was named
Friday (as in Good Friday, just before Easter). I don't know how old Friday
was, but I always assumed she was around the same age as Easter (which makes
her a little over a year and a half). She had been moving slowly the
last month, not wanting to come off the table that much. Last night I took
her off and put her on the floor. I could tell the end was near. I got to
hold her a lot and pet her and I couldn't tell if she was in any pain but
she didn't seem so. She was just moving slowly. She was a great girl, never
chewed on anything and much like Marty who went the day before, loved to
be pet. She was always climbing up on the couch or my chair with me to be
pet. She will be missed.
Hard to believe, when she first arrived, she was so skinny and could pass
for Easter's sister.
These two pictures are of her when she was only with me a few days.
Easter was her buddy and I have many pictures
of them together.
It's hard to tell here, but Friday got much bigger than Easter as she got
older.
