It kinda hit me tonight, I've been avoiding thinking about it. I mean, I've thought about it but its been logical, surgical, professional. It's not been emotional because I haven't wanted it to be.
but now it's sinking in.
My rattery is done? My business, my work, all gone?
Next weekend my rats are being put down.
This time in two weeks I'll be completely ratless.
I wont have photos or kisses or them jumping up on the cage sides to see me. They'll be gone? I started this rattery so I'd have something I could control. I can't control this and I feel so hopeless.
I feel like I failed them. I'm not ready for this. I tried to be? but I'm not.














