One of the reasons why I didn't have pets for so many years was because they die. And as Spot passed today, I was reminded of that. Makes me want to stop having them again. Especially when it's one of the great ones like he was.  Spot was one of the two brothers who lived in the living room and had pretty much free reign of it and the kitchen.  He was born of Samantha  in June of 2000 along with 11 other siblings who all went to good homes. Spot himself, along with two brothers was originally sent to a home in San Diego. When it turned out the owner couldn't keep him, as I do with all my saves, I offered to take them back. I was going to try and find homes for them again, but decided about after a week that I couldn't. It wasn't fair to them for them to keep shuffling around and I was too attached already.

Spot and Tbone lived in the hallway while Kirby was moved to the living room (they kept picking on him). After Tbone died, I put Spot with Kirby and things seemed to be okay. They would occasionally snuggle together in the hammock in the cage, but mostly Spot slept on the couch while Kirby in the cage or just outside it. Even when Kirby was on the couch, they didn't sleep together.

Often when I would lay on the couch, Spot would jump up and lie next to me so I'd scratch him. He loved to be pet and would sit there until you stopped. If you thought he was going to walk away in the middle of it, you were mistaken. He'd go as long as you would.

Spot loved cheese and loved to stash treats under the recliner. When I was in the kitchen, he'd come running in and sit on my foot, which was his way of asking for treats. I'd have to clean out the recliner every couple weeks because he was putting everything in there.

He got sick the last couple days and passed away today.  Spot was a beloved pet and if there is a rat heaven, he's up there now with his mom Samantha, brother Tbone and Cisco and sister Eppy and hopefully they're all wrestling over some cheetohs.

   
Spot and his brother Kirby would spend a lot of time on the couch, but usually wouldn't sit together. Occasionally I'd look in their blanket and there they were
together, but mostly, one would be at one end and the other at the other.