I don't know where this post should go, since it is about our beloved rat Hoodie. We took Hoodie to the vet today, and he has lymphoma
The vet doesn't know how long he has - it could be days, it could be months, but he is definitely on his way out.
We raised Hoodie and his brother ShyGuy since they were tiny little things, just a few weeks old. They were raised basically as household pets, and as well spoiled and loved as any family pet of any breed could ever be. Rats are (surprisingly, for some) very calm, smart, trainable, loving pets, and 'our boys' were spoiled rotten, and were very loving, and a major part of our family. ShyGuy was unfortunately plagued with health problems from almost the start, but he somehow survived until last fall, when he died in my daughter's arms. It was then that I started seriously thinking about getting a puppy - as great as rats are, even the healthiest of them don't live very long. (Cancer is a huge thing for pet rats, because pet rats are descended from lab rats that were originally bred specifically
to study cancer - SO sad, right??! I mean, I know cancer is one of the hereditary traits that even Havanese can be susceptible to - but at least Havs weren't descended from generations of animals bred specifically to have
cancer, to begin with...)
Anyway. I think I knew
, somehow - even though we had been thinking about getting a puppy or a dog since ShyGuy passed, a couple of months ago something was really, really
pushing me to start looking seriously for a puppy for us - of course, not just any puppy, but the RIGHT puppy. And then, we found Ceylon... I really think Ceylon was meant to be with us
. Having Cey will not, of course, make the inevitable with our beloved Hoodie any less heartbreaking - but I think Cey was meant to be with us, and just by that, he will help.
Anyway, I know Hoodie is not a Hav - not even a dog, in fact - but he is a very much loved member of our family, and I am SO sad right now. He, of course, has no idea - I don't even think he knows he is sick, or if he does, he never complains - he is the same loving, friendly, cuddly animal he has always been, despite having trouble getting around... I think it's sometimes much harder on us loving pet parents then it ever is for them, somehow... they are so innocent, and so loving, and for them, they are happy as long as we are loving them, even if they happen to be dying...