Bongo Fury Rattery

Jeanette Stevens

This sweet, special old lady came to us as part of the big rescue from a very bad breeder earlier this year. She had the most awful bumblefoot – really debilitating – and in the last week or so has also developed a very nasty mass in her abdomen. She was also bleeding from her bits, and had respiratory trouble to boot. Poor old girl was so in the wars – there wasn’t much more we could do for her. We tried everything to treat her leg, and then we tried to treat her internal problems, hoping it was just an infection or similar. Sadly, this had no real effect, and the vet agreed today was the time to give up the struggle. She was a wonderfully licky and trusting girl, even after all she’d been through, and never failed to give us a kiss every day. She was a real sweetheart, and it makes my heart ache to think she was so badly treated :*( There were a few people involved in her rescue, and I know they’ll all be as sad about this as we are. I don’t have many photos of her, as we didn’t have her nearly long enough, but I do have a couple from when she came to us a long time back to be mated to Tomago, and also some more recent.

She was a gorgeous little lady, and will be very sadly missed :*( Run free beautiful… I’m sure, wherever you’ve gone, your leg is better.

For her… because if any rat has ever deserved this sort of song it’s her… and I hope she haunts her tormentor :*(

Schism – Tool - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UhjG47gtMCo :

I know the pieces fit
'Cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smouldering
Fundamental differing
Pure intention juxtaposed
Will set two lovers' souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes
Testing our communication
The light that feuled our fire then
Has a burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end
Crippling our communication

I know the pieces fit
'Cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame
It doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other
Watch the temple topple over
To bring the pieces back together
Rediscover communication

The poetry
That comes from the squaring off between
And the circling is worth it
Finding beauty in the dissonance

There was a time that the pieces fit
But I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smouldering
Strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know
The dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow
And strengthen our communication

Cold silence has
A tendency to
Atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed brothers
Between supposed lovers
(sometimes says "lovers" the first
time and then "brothers" in concert)

I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit (crescendo)