23 November 2011
My pet rat died on Sunday. Pixel had been rescued by the Humane Society and I'd adopted her two years ago. She had been declining both mentally and physically for some time, so her passing was expected.
Due to neglect and/or abuse by her previous owner she was not an overly social creature. It took a lot of patience before she started to feel comfortable with me. For the most part she preferred to hang out in her hammock and watch me from the safety of her cage.
Like all rats she was intelligent, spotlessly clean and perpetually curious. She was a staunch supporter of the Global War on Paper and would spend all night shredding. With her gone, my apartment suddenly feels very big and empty. Here's a short video I shot a few months ago.