I'm going to have to take my old girl to the vet. I want them to remove her tumour, but she's 2 years and 9 months old, so we'll have to see if they will.
The tumour is huge, it grew so fast. It's not malignant, but it is hurting her. It gets in the way of her movement, and she spends most of her days in her little nest.
Daisy is the last remaining girl from my first ever mischief. She's so special.
The size of the tumour may mean surgery bankrupts me, but I need to help her.
Relatively speaking, rats live short lives and their owner - me - is their entire world. I have to care for her; protect her.
She needs me, and I'll find however many hundreds I'll need for her surgery.
I love you, my Daisy Doo.











