Stuff and R.I.P. PAPAYA.

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So, I went out today and had Papaya put down. I debated over the options and if, at three years old, she would even recover properly from treatment for her ear infection. She would more than likely not be able to walk right again, and she'd been unabel to eat or drink on her own for the last three days. So, we figured it would be best to have her euthanized.

I was really upset for a short while, which is unusual for me and rats. But it was probably because I felt she wasn't a completely lost cause. Normally I won't think of putting an animal down unless there's no other options for it. I've never had to put one down because it's best for it in the long run.

Actually having an animal put down is never as hard as I make myself think it is. It wasn't difficult for Chernobyl, and it wasn't that difficult with Papaya. Sure, he heart kept going after she stopped breathing, because she was a stubborn old bint. But it's never as traumatizing as people make it out to be. I held her like I help Chernobyl and made her feel safe. It's much better than not actually being with an animal when they go. I know I wouldn't want to be alone and then poked and prodded at before I died.

This was alot harder than it was with any of the other animals. But, she lived a good, long three years. Which is more than most rats get.

On the upside, Tyleet and Hickory are pretty daft and probably won't notice she's gone much. Just more confused as to why someone isn't bossing them around anymore.

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Poor Papya, she was a good rat :(

I had "I'll Follow You Into The Dark" by one of my emo bands on when I read it. It was quite surreal and fitting for lopsided Papya.