Yesterday, I surrendered my three pet rats back to the rescue where I adopted them 3 years ago. Even though I felt incredibly unsettled about it, I knew that the only way for my one of my rats to get the tumor in her leg removed was to ask the rescue to take them back since they have better access to resources...
In December, I had to go to Taiwan to visit relatives for a month and left my rats in my dad’s care. When I came back, I realized one of my rats had the tumor. I couldn’t take her to have it removed because of the cost. A visit to the vet costs $67 and surgery can easily reach $500…there was no way that I could pay for it myself and asking my parents to pay for it was out of the question.
Then I started thinking a lot about how my rats are getting old (their ages are equivalent to a 70yo human) and how it would be too difficult watching them pass away in pain because I can’t have them euthanized due to the cost. I read somewhere that when a rat dies, the other rats may tear apart the corpse and hide the parts so that predators can’t find the body. That is something that would be incredibly difficult for me to see as well (I couldn’t sleep for an entire night after watching the lizard-mouse kill another mouse in The Amazing Spiderman >_<).
Even though I know I did what was best for them, I still feel so many regrets. Like how in the end I never really got my neutered male rat to like me as much as the other two girls. He barely left the cage during playtime even when I bribed him with treats. And how I feel that I should have just returned them a couple years ago when I broke up with my ex-bf who gave them to me instead of waiting until it was difficult to let go. And how I’m such a horrible mother for even thinking such thoughts. I worry so much about how my rats are doing because it was really hard to introduce the rats to each other and took awhile for them to get along.
I’m going to miss them so much. I’ll miss squeaky Raisin who always bounced around while looking at me with those greedy eyes asking for treats. I’ll miss smart Prune who made me feel so honored by marking me with piss whenever she walked over me. I’ll miss handsome Cashew who smells and looks like a loaf of bread.
