He helped us with homework... well, kind of
My husband graduated that summer. I was able to keep Grendel with me throughout the summer while I worked and lived at the college. In the fall, we moved into the dorm again. Grendel died that October. The morning he died, he had pulled some of my clothes through his cage and chewed them to shreds. I got angry at him, but had to rush to classes. When I returned later, he was dead in his cage. Why would it be that the last time I saw him I was angry at him?
My roommate said her goodbyes as did I, and I put him in a box and brought him out to the trail I used to walk with him on my shoulder. I buried him at a turn in the trail and marked it with a rock.
My next rat was Grendel's daughter, Cricket. My ex-roommate still had her and was willing to let me have her. You know why she was so willing? Cricket came to me with a horribly prolapsed uterus. Like $150 later, I told that rat she'd better live long for costing me that much. And she did! She lived to be 3 years old!
Over the years, I have loved and lost a lot of beloved pet rats. I have bred litters, dealt with ill rats, sick babies, crazy homeless rats... and loved them all.
If I can find any of Grendel's other photos I will scan and post them. We used to have many of them.
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