It was lunch time today. Moonie, or as sometimes he better answered to Mr.Moon, had gone for a swim … in his breakfast dish. We have been feeding all our rats a mixture of baby cereal and baby food from a jar for years. A bit of a daily treat if you will, but also as a means to administer medications as the case may be.
Today, like most every day, I am home for lunch to check on the boys and girls. Just because … no other reason of late. Moonie had decided it would be a good thing to take a header into his breakfast dish. Enough so that he was a semi-sticky mess and needed a “shower”. When I say shower, I mean a quick rinse under the tap with warm water then a good towel drying.
Yesterday, Mr.Moon was not quite himself but only in that he wanted to sleep more than usual and was very warm, so much so that he would lay on top of the nesting materials in his habitat, and on top of the blankets we put out for free range time. That was about all the indication that Moonie was not well. During his shower he seemed tired yet agitated. I turned off the water and let him settle down in the sink, not having planned a lunchtime shower I had not gotten out anything to dry him with and he seemed fine to sit in the sink and wait until I did. I returned a moment later, towels in hand. I picked up Moonie and just as I was about to start drying him, he took a deep breath, sighed and left for the Rainbow Bridge. It was his time.