My two lovely rats Thomas and William died three weeks ago, within two days of each other.
I'm heartbroken, as I always am when a rat dies (why, oh why, do they lead such short little lives?) but on top of that I'm feeling guilty. The thing is, I've been really ill over the last few months with severe depression. It got so bad that I really needed someone to look after me, and my husband wasn't up to it due to working really long hours. So I came up to stay with my parents for a few weeks of TLC. I left the rats at home with my husband, and I know he did a good job caring for them. But a fortnight ago, he had to break the news to me that they'd both died. There could have been several factors involved: they were getting pretty old, and the weather was very hot. But what's worrying me is that they might have died due to missing me. I don't want to sound big-headed, but until then it had always been me who had fed them, played with them etc. I'm worried they might have been bereft at me "vanishing" - for all they knew, I could have been dead!
I think realistically we did all we could, but there's part of me that thinks if only I'd been there they might still be alive.
I'm heartbroken, as I always am when a rat dies (why, oh why, do they lead such short little lives?) but on top of that I'm feeling guilty. The thing is, I've been really ill over the last few months with severe depression. It got so bad that I really needed someone to look after me, and my husband wasn't up to it due to working really long hours. So I came up to stay with my parents for a few weeks of TLC. I left the rats at home with my husband, and I know he did a good job caring for them. But a fortnight ago, he had to break the news to me that they'd both died. There could have been several factors involved: they were getting pretty old, and the weather was very hot. But what's worrying me is that they might have died due to missing me. I don't want to sound big-headed, but until then it had always been me who had fed them, played with them etc. I'm worried they might have been bereft at me "vanishing" - for all they knew, I could have been dead!
I think realistically we did all we could, but there's part of me that thinks if only I'd been there they might still be alive.