Last May I adopted my adorable baby rat, Shirley Templeton, from the cage she was living in while waiting for her roomate--a snake--to get hungry enough to eat her. So, I know that in nature, snakes eat rats, etc. However, I had/have a hard time with people who capture animals and trap them into being food. It's not really right either way you look at it. Anyhow, I brought 'Templeton' home with me. In the beginning I was more excied about her name than anything else; I had no idea how in the world I was going to raise a rat!
What would
I do with a rat??!! The first weekend was hectic--she escaped from her cage and I was way too scared to touch her so I actually tried
sweeping the poor girl into a dustpan in a desperate attempt to get her back in her cage.
There are many stories I could share about having a pet rat, specifically having a pet rat as special as Templeton has been to me, but that would make this post way longer than it will already be. When I first brought Templeton home with me I researched as much info as I could about pet rats so that I could provide for her what she needed. During my research I learned that rats prefer living in pairs. Well, that makes sense, because I know as a human I like having another
human to communicate with
most of the time. So, when Templeton started acting "depressed" last week I chalked it up to her being lonely and I tried spending a little more time with her. However, I also noticed that she had really stopped eating most of what I gave her and when I put her cage on the floor she wouldn't even leave. Sunday she started taking a turn for the worse, however, last night it got
really, really, bad and I wouldn't have been surprised if she had died. This morning I called the vet and nonchalantly scheduled an afternoon appt. for her. Thank God I was early to the appt. because when they got her back to the room she was barely breathing, her hands and feet were blue, and in that moment I realized that I would probably have to make my first adult decision between life and death. The vet gave her three shots, a steroid, cortison, and an anti-biotic in hopes that she would get a little better. No promises. I brought her home and have been giving her TLC all afternoon and a few hours after I got her home she started to thrive a little. She's been eating and drinking, which are all great signs.
I know some people say "she's just a rat", "who cares", etc. I respond by saying that "
I care". No where have I ever been taught not to love someone or something. No where have I read that God doesn't want me to do unto others as I would want someone to do for/to me. If I were all alone in the world in my final days, I would want someone to hold me, love me, show me compassion, and show me that they care.
I'm glad I got to raise Shirley Templeton. She has been the sweetest pet, she is so smart, and has been a good companion.
When I get to the end of my days, I will be able to look back and recognize that I did what I could for those that I loved.