fig died friday night. it rained all saturday so we had her funeral last night.
apart from in the general sense of knowing she was mortal, it wasn’t expected. she was fine, then she wasn’t; got her in to see the vet right away, vet said she seemed to have a UTI/bladder infection, prescribed a course of antibiotics + an anti-inflammatory, said she should start getting better every day. that was friday afternoon.
over the last ten years i’ve had ~50 small mammal pets (mice, rats, and hamsters). so, over the last ten years… i’ve also lost ~50 small mammal pets. there was a particularly rough stretch of a year and a half with a death about every month. i haven’t found that it ever really seems to get any easier, but fig dying has definitely hit me the hardest of them all.
despite what many people tend to think about rodents, they each have their own personality, preferences, quirks, etc just like cats, dogs, or anything else. they’re all a little different (and i’ve loved all of the ones i’ve known!). but fig was different different. honestly, she was perfect. the very best rat anybody could hope to know. my little buddy.
^^ baby fig, her first day here. she was so small!
and now she’s gone. and i was so, so dreading this because of course i knew it would happen eventually and it’s always too soon but this feels much, much too soon. i wanted to give her everything and more and i couldn’t and i didn’t and now she’s dead and i can’t and i kinda just want to hurl myself off a cliff, it all feels so wrong.
it wasn’t the awful death the first vet said i should expect when she had the tumor and i am very, very grateful for that much but there’s no real good to be found in any of it, there just isn’t. she wasn’t even two yet.
i miss her. betty and tonibler miss her. i brought them carrot last night, which they love, but they wouldn’t even take it… they just kept sniffing my fingers and looking around. i felt awful.
i don’t know if many people know/remember this song from babe… it pretty well wrecks me whenever i happen to so much as think of it. but it’s really lovely, and it keeps coming to mind now because, well, how could it not. for you, fig 🧡







