Yesterday Seven ran out of energy, went to sleep in her hut and didn’t wake up again.
She made it to the very respectable age of thirty-three months, outliving her sister, Nine, by more than five months.
Seven started losing the strength in her back legs towards the end of last year and that slowly worsened over the following months. Although she couldn’t clamber around the cage any more, she did still manage to somehow — sheer determination, I think — get up onto the lower platforms and even into the tube hanging on the cage door so she could see the world going by. The other morning she managed to climb out of the cage onto my lap for a cuddle while I was doing the morning medication rounds.
She slowly turned into an old rat; still adorable, but life was obviously becoming more of an effort. We’d known for a while that she wouldn’t be with us for much longer and were dreading having to make that decision for her. She kept going right up to the end, she had some time out of the cage and a wander around my office earlier in the day, before settling back into her spot in the cage and going peacefully to sleep.
Never the smartest rat, but always the sweetest of them, and the one with the softest, most strokable fur, Seven will be sorely missed.
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I’m so sorry for your loss! I got two rats a year ago (after thinking I would never own such a creature) and fell absolutely in love with them. They are fun animals. Your pictures are beautiful!
Thank you. Rats are wonderful creatures, it’s just so unfair they have such short lives.
She was a beautiful rat and full of character. I am so sorry for your loss, but the happy memories will prevail.
She truly was. I just have to distract myself by fussing over River and Song who have lost their cage mate — especially River as she spent most of her time with Seven.
It is a good excuse for extra fussing.
Ah, such a shame. She looks so beautiful. It’s nice to see a white rat that isn’t being needlessly tortured in a lab, how refreshing and abnormal! What IS their life span btw?
Most people say two to three years, but the average lifespan in the UK is closer to two years.
It’s a shame that photos can’t capture how gorgeous her fur was to stroke.
So sorry. She had a good and happy life with you and I’m sure she knew she was loved.