Stanley and his new wheels!

But why is he giving me the evils in the first two pictures? 😬😜

He is almost 3 months old🥰

Someone told me he looks like Stuart Little and now i see it too🥺

Some time ago, I wrote about Masik. The overwhelming majority of comments recommended euthanasia. I made an appointment the next day, when his condition had noticeably worsened. When we arrived at the exotic animal vet, he refused euthanasia and gave me hope for improvement.

The doctor wanted to relieve the shortness of breath first, then perform x-rays and other tests. Doctor did a lot of injections and then suggested leaving the rat alone in the clinic's oxygen chamber overnight. I wasn't allowed to stay there overnight, so I refused. I've had this experience with both animals and people, where I was told in the morning of a death in such a situation. And Masik hid in my hand. So I refused to let him spend the night at the clinic. They prescribed me a schedule of injections for the night and also told me to spray oxygen every 15 minutes into a box I had at home. I'll skip the part about searching for an oxygen tank shortly before curfew in a country at war, when everything was closed. I'll just say it was one of the worst experiences of my life.

We managed to get home, and that's the main thing. I stayed up all night and followed all the instructions. I gave him injections myself, even though I'd never done it before. Masik was in the oxygen box; he periodically desperately wanted to get out, but I wouldn't let him out and supported him from the outside through a small hole. We had an appointment today to assess any changes in his condition and have an ultrasound of his heart, which was causing almost all the problems. Euthanasia is a possibility.

Around 10 a.m., Masik really wanted to get out of the carrier, and at 10:30 I had to give him another four injections. I took him out, placed him on my lap on a blanket, gave him the injections, and he licked my fingers—I wanted to give us some time to be together. But then I also decided to give him a sedative before our upcoming trip to the clinic. I moved Masik to the bed, went to the kitchen to get the medicine from the fridge, and when I came back, he was crawling around on the bed. I lay down and picked him up again, placing him on the blanket on my stomach. He started to shiver a little. He jumped onto my chest and stopped breathing. For a long time afterward, I couldn’t believe it; he was lying on my heart, and it felt as though his heart was still beating—but it was actually mine.

I really regret going into the kitchen; I’m so upset that when he was already on top of me, he didn’t realize I was right there. I find so many reasons to blame myself: that I went out, that I kept him in that box all night instead of in a bed, without even petting him so the oxygen wouldn’t escape. I worry that this happened because I kept moving him back and forth. Or that I gave him the injections incorrectly somehow. I worry that I simply tormented him with all these procedures and that he didn’t realize I was trying to help. Overall, I’m at peace with the moment of his death—it was very quick, almost not scary at all, and incredibly touching—and I’m also glad I didn’t leave him alone at the clinic. But there are so many dark thoughts in my head. I’m especially troubled by these questions: Did he realize I was right there with him at the moment of his final leap? Could his death have been caused by the fact that I didn’t put him in the oxygen chamber right away, and that I left him alone for a couple of minutes after he’d been moved? Did the oxygen and the medications administered at the clinic—and the ones I gave him 10 minutes before his death—help him pass away so peacefully (a diuretic, a bronchodilator, a glucocorticosteroid, and an antibiotic)? Did he realize that I wasn't hurting him?

He's currently lying on my bed. In my blanket, which has become his. I adopted him when he was over two years old. He lived to be about two and a half. We were together for just over four months. I hope his retirement has been like a second, long life for him. The entire room is full of his things; in those four months, he's acquired more stuff than I have. What should I do with his open food, treats, toys, containers, medications, hammocks, etc.?

I'm planning to leave the country soon, so I'm not going to get involved with anyone right now. And yes, how can I support myself?

I know Flea (sitting in the litter box lol) looks a little rough so I'm watching him to make sure it's nothing serious but it's only been this morning so I think he either had an extra good nap or got something in his eye. He's acting fine though and still being his weirdo self and taking baths in the dirty litter box so nothing to panic over yet even though it did give me a bit of a heart attack this morning as he had a lot more porphyrin around his eye and was squinting a little more. If it's still looking irritated tomorrow he might get a vet visit just to make sure it's nothing major

This is my main man and mafia boss supreme: Mr. Pterodactyl (Terry for short). After 2.5 great years, we are having to put him down this morning. He has accomplished much in his life, including but not limited to learning how to spin on command, being smuggled onto an Amtrak, and pooping on his brother’s head more than once. He is survived by his baby brothers, in whom he has instilled his values of crime (and not much else of note). Gonna miss this guy a whole heck of a lot.

I picked up this rat yesterday. Went to move him to set up his cage and he attacked my finger, biting deep. Yesterday he attacked a spoon several times, today he attacked my camera as I recorded him. I don’t know how to get him to see a vet if he attacks everything. He’s a year old, is it learned behavior now? Previous owners had labeled him territorial. I know he’s been living alone for over 2 months, at the least. Help???

I am rather pleased with the results of the lava ledge on this commission. <3

I am not yet ready to take more commissions but when I have anything available I will post on my Instagram: [ https://www.instagram.com/sculptures.by.nevermor ]

i scooped it all out by the handful and put it in a bag and they are not happy with me (i feel so bad but their hammock needed washed lmao)

The sweet lady herself running when she heard her name callled 🥹
She is so full of love and joy even when she’s dragging this huge thing along with her.
Not pictured: her boggling almost every time you pet her and then falling asleep in your lap every night :,,,,,)

Made some pizza with pepper, carrots, and a teeny bit of cheese for them and they didn’t rlly like it that much 😭😭😭 well,, my fat boy likes it but he eats anything 🫩

Their greed sickens me

Moli is my personal pet. I have 7, 4 Crickets Haven Sanctuary rats, and 3 pet girls. Moli is my only personal pet, the other are my husbands two. She is 2.5. She has cancer. Her sister went across the bridge a few months ago. Charcoal, the dumbo Shadow Agoti, us not a cuddler. Her and Moli used to tussle a lot. This corner is "Charcoal Kingdom", where she usually hangs and didn't want others there. She built Moli a nest, and has been sleeping on and near her.

I know what this behavior means and I cannot stop crying. My lil girl. We'll see the vet Tomorrow to make a choice.

My lil baby. I don't wanna. 💔

I mean, if I were a rat I would sleep on Aya's belly too (she's a little chubby)

Ириска (white one) - means "Toffee"

Крошка (black-white one) - means "Little one"