I'm sorry to announce that Sasha, our little darling and stasher extraordinaire passed over the Rainbow Bridge this afternoon to join her pet store sisters Brie and JJ.
We awoke early this morning to find her quietly sat in her favourite spot, alert but somehow weak and weary. Her eyes were sunken and porphyrin was in corners, something we have never seen in her before. While she was jumping around yesterday desperate for her Baytril and Doxycycline in malt paste (they all adore malt paste even when doctored with foul tasting medications - I know first hand how vile they are because I've tasted them). But today was a real struggle and so we gave her medicine to her in the small hut she has made her personal home. We then inspected her we found she had started to have very heavy bleeding from her vagina and we feared the worse.
Handling her showed she was in considerable pain and so after a dose of metacam (which helped greatly alleviate) the pain we found that 45 minutes later (about the time humans take to metabolise NSAIDs) she was still bleeding and very subdued so I supplemented her pain killers with a small dose (0.1 grammes) of Morphine in solution (Oramorph). We then got he the first appointment we could get at +Willow Veterinary Group
(who are amazing) and where seeing our vet with an hour.
Richard is wonderful with our girls and after examination laid out three possible options: prolog her life with pain medication and give her a couple of days or maybe slightly more of extra life; anaesthetise, examine and see if surgical intervention could prolog the inevitable return of the infection; or look at the final solution for a little two year old and help her across the rainbow bridge, without further pain and with the love of me and +Amanda McGowan
to send her on her way. All this time she lay quietly in our arms slowly bleeding and not the active explorer we know and love. It was clear that our gentle embrace as we held her was a significant comfort and shelter but she was weary. Together Amanda and I felt the kindest option was to pass he onto the other side, to join JJ and Brie, to meet Kuku, Tink, Annalise, Amalia and Niels and with tears in my eyes I asked her to pass on our love and yours to them all.
I chose to be with her when she crossed over. I took her the little clear chamber, which she happily entered and explored unperturbed and as the gas filled the chamber she just became sleepier and sleepier. Richard then administered the injection (I didn't see that part} and our little girl passed from our world: happy, at peace with a little smile on her face and with no pain.
I have no shame in saying I have had tears in my eyes and trouble talking to anyone today. Sasha was a one of a kind like so many rats are: so kind, so gentle, an explorer, a sharer, a hoarder. She would come and lick me when I was sad. She could be real pickle. Her taste in bedding material was for the best cotton and silk. She would attempt the most outrageous heists and maybe even hold the ratty weight lifting contest when it comes to acquiring chocolate bars (with mint flavoured being the prize she sought out before any other). She was a friend to the all the other girls - if there were two rats cuddled together sleeping then Sasha would be one of them.She was fair and would share her stash, but she was also not above raiding nuts and cheerios from the stashes of others. She would play with the youngsters even when they were boisterous and so so many other things from being a committed tea drinker to coming whenever her name was called.
We will miss her terribly. She was a little ratty angel. Always calm. Hilarious in her own gentle way and with a strong character and presence in our life that we and our girls will always miss. We all loved her and always will.
So goodbye Sasha. You will always be in our hearts and may you play for and eternity with your friends and family across the rainbow bridge.
With all out love,
Ray and Amanda, Jasmine, Anna, Mina, Daisy and Maisy. XXXXX