Our Fuzzy Rat died today. I guess I am not ready to say it outloud, so I will hold onto this post for a while. She was a great little goofy rat.
Rest in Peace little girl. I love you.
February 14, 2008 – October 14, 2010
I suspected she had something more serious than an ear infection or even idiopathic vestibular disease several weeks ago when I was unable to wean her off of anti-inflammatories (prednisone). Most likely, she had a pituitary adenoma, which is a benign brain tumor, but in rats it can grow so much, it puts pressure on the brain and causes vestibular signs (wobbliness, like in Fuzzy) or other signs and eventually is incompatible with life. Being neurotic and being me (which are of course overlapping, and in my opinion not such horrible things!) I searched for “records” and found a rat who had lived ten months with a probable pituitary adenoma. I needed the hope then but I don’t need the heartache now.
The night before Fuzzy passed away, she was not eating well, but she was playing and nosing my hand to be pet. I think she was happy right to the end. I tried to talk with Wuzzy Rat about it, but she just wanted to know if I had peanut butter.
My twelve-year-old nephew put it best. He hugged me and said “I’m sorry about Fuzzy. She was a nice little rat.”