Well, this is a very hard post to write as Marc and I still cannot believe it, but both of my sweet boys have left us. I know many of you have gone through a similar experience so I know you will understand how horrific this is for us.
My boys were doing great, as usual, and when they both starting making some funny sounds, we got them on meds right away from their vet, and all was going well, when Klausse took a turn for the worse, and after a night on oxygen at the emergency animal hospital and several desperate attempts to help him with injections and more meds, the doctors told us his lungs were simply failing and he was not going to pull out of this.
It was mycoplasmosis. Marc and I have never gone through the experience of losing a rat before and it simply devastated us. We went over every detail of their housing, bedding, nutrition, environment, and everything with several of the doctors and small animal surgeons and they said there was nothing at all that we were doing wrong, that we were doing everything perfect...it just happens, and unfortunately, it happened at such an early age.
Klausse was just 14 months old. We were still trying to get over the grief, the crying and bawling about losing our sweet boy, and I had just picked up his ashes and his plaster footprint from the hospital, and then Wolfgang got very bad overnight.
We were giving him tons of attention and love, 24/7, but he went from perky, happy and playing, eating, no problems, then BAM, one night we knew something was not right with him. Immediately back to the hospital, another night on oxygen, and injections/antibiotics, etc, and the same thing, exactly like Klausse. He was suffering and nothing could help him. He got the myco from his brother of course.
The minute I took him out of his oxygen tank/housing to hold him, he got instantly worse. We got to hold and kiss each of them one last time, and we were with the doctor and nurse for both of them when they were put to sleep, stroking them, kissing them, and telling them how much we loved them, even though they were already asleep from the gas, so they would not feel the shot. We knew both times that our boys were suffering and miserable with little to no chance to come out of this, and we could not stand it. I was happy for my boys that they could sleep and be out of pain, but for Marc and myself, it was just a horrendous loss.
It hurts so much. It is like a hard brick smashed right in our faces. Our guts feel ripped out. We loved them SO much.
Klausse left us on Sept. 18th, and his brother Wolfgang left us on Sept. 29th, just 11 days after his brother. I am now waiting to get Wolfie's ashes and footprint cast back from the hospital.
I just can't put into words how this feels, and the huge sense of loss. We have an empty nest now and house feels so...quiet. They were SO integrated into every aspect of our daily lives and routines. I was so fulfilled being a ratty mommy to my two boys and I loved every minute of it. I am remembering our family mornings in bed, me, Marc and the two boys, running around on mom and dad under the blankets. Feeling their soft, warm fur, the weight of them in my hands, getting licky kisses, and all the rest. So many wonderful things.
We have to think of them as always being here with us and keep them with us spiritually and try to be cheerful and remember that they are both in the happy ratty place, having lots of fun and being together. But it is SO hard for Marc and I. We are still going over and over it and saying how unfair it is that this happened to my sweet boys so soon and so fast.
In any case, I wanted to share some photos with you of my beautiful babies that gave us so much happiness. Showing off my sweeties one last time. Thank you for being here on the forum for us. It is a comforting place to go to. I will post pictures later of their memorial table I am setting up where their house was. And to Breyer, my special rat mom friend, thank you for being there for me.
One of the first photos we ever took of our boys, when they were wee lads, the first week we had them. Look at that tummy and those big feet.
Wolfgang and Klausse at 4 months. My wee little babies. So cheerful. My cutie agouti and my beautiful Blue.
Klausse as a baby. What a lovey dove he was. He was our licky, kissy boy right from the start. Always in the mood to give and receive love.
Wolfgang, aka Wolfie, getting one of his favorite sleeve rides, in the "Starship Blue Shirt!" We called him Joey in a Pouch.
He was our little Scrappy Doo.
Klausse with his animal friends, getting love from Daddy.
My boys enjoying their playground, when they were still small enough not to climb out of the kiddie pool.
Klausse's favorite activity..getting loved by his favorite person, my husband. I tried not to be jealous!
Me, with my two sweet boys. Every day was pure joy with them. I loved being their Mommy so much.
Our absolute favorite picture of the boys, in their happy tub. Their smiling faces just touch our souls. This was taken only a few weeks before they left us. You will always be with us, my sweet babies, every day. We love you SO much.