Two years ago I needed a bribe to make my girls stay in their own beds. I had a friend that told me rats were good pets. At first, I had this mental picture of the kind of rats you see in the movies. Big, ugly, smelly sewer rats. When we picked two out at the pet store, however, I changed my mind. We brought them home and named them Reggie and Peanut. They have been the best little pets. Emma carries them all over, pulls their tails, and makes them hang from her shirt. Neither one of them have ever bitten anybody. Ray and I get them out and hold them while we watch T.V.
Today, Reggie died. I am so sad. The kids are so sad. We all just cried and cried. We buried him in a little spot underneath our back porch stairs. Emma cried when I covered him because he couldn't see and he was all alone. We said a little prayer. None of the rest of the day has felt normal--just sad. Pets become such a part of your family. We are gonna miss him so much.
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I'm so sorry May.
Reggie was a good little rat...although not so little in some aspects
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