Ben died this morning in my daughter’s hands.
He was acting off last night. He bit, and he had never bitten or even atempted to bite before. Yes, we only had him a week, but still. This morning, he was crouched in the corner of his cage looking scared. I reached in to touch him and he scretched and took a defensive posture. My daughter picked him up and his breathing was very VERY labored. He was gasping for air and wobbling when he moved. He took a couple steps and then layed over and died.
Many many tears were shed this morning and I’m sure many more will be shed before this is over.
She wants another rat, but not one that looks anything like Ben.
I’ve cleaned and disinfected the cage. I’m waiting for the pet store to open.