silverspring
Member
- Feb 13, 2022
- 25
I'm a rat mom. Have been a mom to other animals as well, but for most of my life, it's been me and my rats. Make fun of me, judge me if you must, but last year I got down to having seven lady rats. By the end of the year, I only had four. Then my 18 year old cat died. Two of my girls are currently on my chest, working on their last breaths. As I sit here, for the first time since having rats, not (
) crying my eyes out for my beautiful twin angels who are about to leave, I am thinking about the other two that remain who are munching away in their palace of a cage. Thinking about how once these two go, it will be moments closer to being able to feel less guilty about doing what I know will make me happiest. Not saying it will be a right away thing when I can, but it is hitting me that I'm a step closer. I am devastated that my sweet Selene and Luna, the rats, are about to leave. More than I can express. I can't even cry right now. These babies have been keeping me afloat for many years and I don't think it's fair to keep adopting them while I am feeling this fragile.
I really want to die.
I really want to die.