2-ton wrote:
we used to have pet rats when I was in elementary school. Our favorite one was a male we called Speedy Gonzales. Rats are smart, and he would come to his name, sometimes slept on my pillow at night, and loved to sneak butter when we put him on the table (mom not too happy about that).
I have one boy that wags his tail when we pet him. Just recently one of our girls had a pituitary tumor which acts exactly like a stroke. She was totally paralyzed and could only lay there and breath. We both thought she wouldn't live the night but over the next two weeks we fed her with an eye dropper and put her between our pillows at night. My wife and I took turns putting a hand on her so she wouldn't feel alone. Being with other people, or rats, is extremely important for their well being. Now, a month later she's up running around and almost normal. I couldn't give up on her because when i had a stroke (one of 6), doctors said I wouldn't live the night. Your comment that he slept on your pillow reminded me of our last ordeal.
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The last time I kept an open mind,
my brain fell out and the dog grabbed it.
Now it's full of dirt, toothmarks, and dog slobber.
No more open minds or dogs for me.