Onyx has gone

I have two little cute ratties, just over a year old. I HAD two little ratties. From today I have only one. Opium's sister Onyx passed away. Most likely cause of death is brain tumor. My little baby is sleeping in a shoebox at my feet, together with a few sweet things for her to nibble on the other side.

I've got a phone call from my friend, asking about the sleeping one:

"So what about your rat, is she really dead?"

"Hey, you're asking as if she was the wicked witch!"

"Sorry. So you burried her?"

"Not yet, she is prepared in a shoebox."

"Ahhh, poor girl. Is it at least a good label shoe box?"

"I don't really think so, but it's a pretty box."

"Such a sweetie, but she's there all alone."

"I've considered packing the other one with her, but I thought that might be a little cruel."

"Uh uh. Well... good luck with the burrying part. Bye."

What a conversation. Honestly, I am mourning, but trust a friend to take it seriously. Hopefully, there are cables to nibble on and lots of cream in rat heaven.