How could I not make another iPaper?!
Unlike most days at RainBow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray, damp as a swamp and as dismal as could be imagined. All the recent arrivals were confused and concerned. They had no idea what to think for they had never experienced a day like this before. But the animals who had spent some time waiting for their beloved people knew exactly what was happening and began to gather at the pathway leading to the Bridge to watch. They knew this was something special.
It wasn’t too long before an elderly animal came into view, head hung heavy and low with tail dragging along the ground. The other animals on the pathway…the ones who had been at RainBow Bridge for a while…knew the story of this sad creature immediately. They had seen it happen far too many times.
Although it was obvious the animal’s heart was leaden and he was totally overcome with emotional pain and hurt, there was no sign of injury or any illness. Unlike the pets waiting at the Bridge, this dog had not been restored to his prime. He was full of neither health nor vigor. He approached slowly and painfully, watching all the pets who were by now watching him. He knew he was out of place here. This was no resting place for him. He felt instinctively that the sooner he could cross over, the happier he would be. But alas, as he came closer to the Bridge, his way was barred by the appearance of an Angel who spoke softly to the old dog and apologized sorrowfully, telling him that he would not be able to pass. Only those animals who were with their special people could pass over the RainBow Bridge. And he had no special beloved people…not here at the Bridge nor on Earth below.
With no place else to turn, the poor elderly dog looked toward the fields before the Bridge. There, in a separate area nearby, he spotted a group of other sad-eyed animals like himself…elderly and infirm. Unlike the pets waiting for their special people, these animals weren’t playing, but simply lying on the green grass, forlornly and miserably staring out at the pathway leading to the Bridge. The recent arrival knew he had no choice but to join them. And so, he took his place among them, just watching the pathway and waiting.
One of the newest arrivals at the Bridge, who was waiting for his special people, could not understand what he had just witnessed and asked one of the pets who had been there for some time to explain it to him.
“That poor dog was a rescue, sent to the pound when his owner grew tired of him. They way you see him now, with graying fur and sad, cloudy eyes, was exactly the way he was when he was put into the kennels. He never, ever made it out and passed on only with the love and comfort that the kennel workers could give him as he left his miserable and unloved existence on Earth for good. Because he had no family or special person to give his love, he has nobody to escort him across the Bridge.”
The first animal thought about this for a minute and then asked, “So what will happen now?”
As he was about to receive his answer, the clouds suddenly parted and the all-invasive gloom lifted. Coming toward the Bridge could be seen a single figure…a person who, on Earth, had seemed quite ordinary…a person who, just like the elderly dog, had just left Earth forever. This figure turned toward a group of the sad animals and extended outstretched palms. The sweetest sounds they had ever heard echoed gently above them and all were bathed in a pure and golden light. Instantly, each was young and healthy again, just as they had been in the prime of life.
From within the gathering of pets waiting for their special people, a group of animals emerged and moved toward the pathway. As they came close to the passing figure, each bowed low and each received a tender pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears. Their eyes grew even brighter as the figure softly murmured each name. Then, the newly-restored pets fell into line behind the figure and quietly followed this person to the Bridge, where they all crossed together.
The recent arrival who had been watching, was amazed. “What happened?”
“That was a rescuer,” came the answer. “That person spent a lifetime trying to help pets of all kinds. The ones you saw bowing in respect were those who found new homes because of such unselfish work. They will cross when their families arrive. Those you saw restored were ones who never found homes. When a rescuer arrives, they are permitted to perform one, final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort those poor pets that couldn’t place on Earth across the Rainbow Bridge. You see, all animals are special to them…just as they are special to all animals.”
“I think I like rescuers,” said the recent arrival.
“So does God,” was the reply.
~~ Author Unknown
Of course it was quite good of the BBC to allow for comments, and once I found some time I wrote the following:
A delineation of wild/feral rats versus pet fancy rats would be a nice start, but given that distinction was not made some of the statements in the article strike more as opinion versus fact.
Wild rats may live in conditions that are generally considered to be unclean, but they also spend nearly one-third of their waking moments cleaning and grooming themselves … a strikingly greater amount of time than most domesticated mammals, such as humans.
Rats are quite industrious when it comes to survival. Wild rats are well adapted to living in close proximity to human habitats as they are well aware of the much easier access to sustenance than foraging in fields.
Proper disposal of refuse in more effective containers would help reduce the amount of unwanted visitors one can expect, but to relegate all the interlopers to the rat family is a little preposterous as there are many animals that would happily feed on the quality remains most people throw away that others in more impoverished countries would only dream of savoring.
The point of Leptospirosis is a hard one to take at face value as most consider this a rare condition to contract with an average of only 20% of feral rats even carrying the infection; that also depending on geographical location. Weil’s disease (a form of Leptospirosis) being an even more rare condition.
“Rattus norvegicus – is a disgusting animal.” An opinion I would suggest that greatly impugns the reputation of rats; and, I would also suspect in contrast to The National Rat Fancy Society, long standing proponents of fancy rats in the UK.
I am a fancy pet rat keeper and believe the rat, as a pet, is one of the finest animals to be graced with. My opinion but one only meant to share as an interest not opinions to create a maligned image.
Perhaps a bit long winded, but there were so many points to be addressed.
The home of Star’s Rat Rescue. Seems rather appropriate to me, and as the name infers, this operation takes in pet rats that need to be re-homed, or sometimes just need their first home. The rescue is run by a fine young woman named Brittney and I have had the pleasure of getting to know her over the last year via RatChatter forums.
She is kind and considerate and has no issues putting the rats ahead of herself. A patient individual that works very hard to help educate those unaware of the great companion animals that pet rats can be, and for many people are.
Star’s Rat Rescue is supported through donations, mostly unsolicited, and by the sales in the SRR Store of Brittney’s sewing handiwork. Hammocks, cubes, cage liners, shelf liners … the list goes on. A lot of the handcrafted items are geared towards Ferret Nations and/or Critter Nations produced by MidWest home for Pets. These types of habitats are common for rat keepers.
I would like to ask my readers to stop over at Star’s Rat Rescue. Take a few moments to read about the rescue operations and see which beautiful and handsome pet rats are waiting to find their permanent homes. Perhaps make arrangements with Brittney to adopt a pair (or more) of these fine pets; maybe purchase an item or two for your own pet rats; ferret and chinchilla keepers using Ferret Nations can benefit, too; or, you could offer something else … I’m sure it would be appreciated.
How do you support animal rescues? Are you an animal rescue? Tell us about it.
Along my way today catching up to various interests I came across a post in a forum of a gentleman describing himself as old. That in of itself is not too unheard of, nor were the replies recognizing that age is not always a measure of time, but it did lead me to this thought:
Age is relative, counting it is the key.
Just thinking with how busy it has been in the real world of late that I need to stop in and remind myself of the rat world. That place filled with twitching noses and long tails; soft tongues and quiet padding feet.
I added a weekly twitter post. There are not a lot of rat keepers that use twitter, or maybe there are? For those that do not tweet and frequent this little piece of rodent-dom, every week there should be an automated digest post made … at least for now.
Some may have noticed I attributed a quote to myself in a recent post. Most likely in the future I will post the author’s name, or anonymous, if I do not know. If there is no author cited, then I penned the words myself. I hope everyone enjoys them.
Comment suggestions: Do you tweet? What has been your favorite Rattitude quote?
Just something I was thinking of this morning about keeping pets, things do not always work out for the best. Sometimes you have to make hard decisions, ones you wouldn’t normally deal with. On the other hand, when all is well you enjoy living the life of Riley with your companion animal and never worry about the bad times. More often than not, most pet keepers will have experiences someplace in between these extremes and life is good … and with that I would like to leave you this:
You hope for the best; you deal with the worst; and, you live in between.
~~ Edward A. Caissie aka Mr.Rattitude
Follow the links and enjoy the article with some very cute pictures of a blank and white hooded pet rat. Of course, it inspired me to create more iPaper … have I mentioned how much I really like making iPapers?
The first is the photographer, Jessica Florence, holding her pet rat, Bug.
Then a very sweet image of a sleeping Bug in the arms of a Teddy Bear.
Leave me a comment on your views of my choice of iPaper subject matter … I’m reading!
This month marks the second year of the Rattitude blog.
I still think of it as the Brux from time to time. Originally this blog was started on blogger.com and once we were made aware of WordPress and all its functionalities we quickly moved to a self-hosted blog built on the WordPress framework.
The Rattitude.com domain was registered in September 2005 and went through many variations and ideas before we settled on WordPress in July 2008. We transferred the original Brux blog in its entirety and continued forward.
I greatly enjoy writing the various blog entries and posting the informative pages, short stories, and other articles for the general rat communities. I also hope to continue to share these ideas and resources for a very long time.
Let me know with a comment what you think of the blog today and where you think it might be going in the future.