I had a very good weekend, got a new, better job and found out that nothing is wrong with me when I went to the doctor. I came home last night from a weekend at my boyfriend’s house only to find out that my rat, Mercy had died the previous night. She is taken care of while I’m gone, but I always feel panicked while I am away from her. I’m actually glad I wasn’t home when it happened because it would have shattered my heart to have to throw her in a dumpster (I live in an apartment complex, so I would not have had anywhere to bury her). Needless to say, i was really distraught upon hearing the news and I cried for some time. I guess my mom was really upset and cried as well when she found her, my mom doesn’t like rats, she thinks their gross, but she very surprisingly took a liking to Mercy, she was a really sweet, loving rat and my mom actually held her! I will really miss her, she meant a lot to me, my sister found her on craigslist for free when I was having a really rough time earlier in the year and she was a great comfort to me. Some may think it sounds silly to be so upset over a rat, but she was definitely more than just a rat that to me and I will really miss her.