So, my little ball of love, Anya, died the night before last. She got really sick about three days after I did and her breathing became really wheezy. I took her to the vet, who diagnosed a respiratory infection and gave her an injection. Within hours she was much worse and I couldn't make her eat or drink anything. She died the following night. I know she was a rat and some people just think that they are gross or whatever, but if you think about what your dogs and cats mean to you, that is what Anya mean to me and my household. She had an amazing spirit, a quirky, energetic personality and she was very loved by myself and Shaun. She's already very missed. This is a pic of her when she was younger. She died at the age of a year and a half.
Anya is on the right. Buffy (her sister) is the one on the left (she died during the heatwave earlier in the year):
R.I.P.
*squishy hugs*