Genetics to knowledge: Aa dd rbrb (possibly carrying Dumbo, Mink, Siamese and Chocolate)

I cannot believe I'm writing yet another one... :*( I just can't - and not for young Packbat. He was too young... too fit such a short time ago :'( I cannot quite believe he's gone. He passed away last night, in peace and quiet, not suffering any more. We did all we could for him, but it just wasn't enough :*(

Packbat was a gorgeous rat - so friendly and gentle. He was a big buck until 2 weeks ago - a strapping lad, like his brother Gator Possum. We were close, especially these last few days where we've had to really spend as much time with him as we could, treating him. He was so licky... and I can't quite believe he won't ever snuggle me or lick my fingers again :*(

He lives on in his beautiful babies - Sooty, Rusty, Claxon, Snatch and their siblings. I will always think of him when I cuddle Snatch especially, as he is so similar in temperament. I just don't know what I'll do without him, and I can't find the words for this obit at all... because I just don't think it's sunk in properly yet. I was just so sure we'd bring him through it... and I think I'm in some shock about it all...

Thank you for the short time you gave us Packbat, I'd go through this feeling a thousand times over to spend just a year with you again. Wait for Gator at the bridge, he's missing you so much. :*(

Bat Chain Puller - Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band:

Bat chain
Puller
Bat chain puller
Puller, puller

A chain with yellow lights
That glistens like oil beads
On its slick smooth trunk
That trails behind on tracks, and thumps
A wing hangs limp and retreats

Bat chain puller
Puller puller

Bulbs shoot from its snoot
And vanish into darkness
It whistles like a root snatched from dry earth
Sodbustin’ rakes with grey dust claws
Announces its coming in the morning
This train with grey tubes
That houses people’s very thoughts and belongings.

Bat chain puller
Puller puller

This train with grey tubes that houses people’s thoughts,
Their very remains and belongings.
A grey cloth patch
Caught with four threads
In the hollow wind of its stacks
Ripples felt fades and grey sparks clacks,
Lunging the cushioned thickets.
Pumpkins span the hills
With orange crayola patches.
Green inflated trees
Balloon up into marshmallow soot
That walks away in forty circles,
Caught in grey blisters
With twinkling lights and green sashes
Uuh
Pulled by rubber dolphins with gold yawning mouths
That blister and break in agony
In souls of rust
They kill gold sawdust into dust.

Bat chain puller,
Puller puller.

Run free lovely lad...

xx

Pedigree

Sired a litter for Bongo Fury Rats in 2009