Bongo Fury Rattery
Julie Hull
I'm not going to apologise for this being a long
obit, as i think this special girl deserves it
more than anything
We found you Julie, on a foolish spur-of-the-moment trip to Wyevale. we'd recently bought your sisters from there - Merryl and Stella - and popped in to pick up some moss. You were there - all alone in your tank - because you'd been wrongly sexed and had a litter - you were condemned to live alone Your babies were gorgeous - so no-one wanted you I fell in love with you almost the instant i saw you - and begged karl to let me have a cuddle at least. I found the lady working in that section, and asked for a hold of you - and she let me. She opened the tank and i put my hand in. You grabbed me hard enough to break the skin, but you only wanted to pull me in to the tank - i guess you missed your babies.
So i decided, it was fate - you needed company in the form of your sisters. So i took you home with me and put you straight in with your sisters - after all - you were only about 10 weeks old - you were a sweet little thing. After the initial quick squabbles you all got on great guns - best of friends. Especially you and Stella - you looked so alike! You used to drag everyone else into the igloos - and make nests with them! much to their annoyance
You were always a cuddly little lass - despite your misfortune at the beginning. You loved to be a shoulder rat and really enjoyed snuggling me or your daddy. no more of that now.
Then recently you got ill - pneumonia we thought. You had endless courses of treatment, jabs etc etc... you were like a little pincushion and then the evil vet stuck a massive needle in you - the same size as he'd use for a rottweiler he told us proudly, after jabbing you and hearing you scream, you never screamed - you were such a quiet little girl, and would put up with anything - but that hateful vet hurt you so much
I nearly hit him that day, but calmed myself, and kept giving you your treatment, and it seemed to work for a while, I thought you were getting better - but evidently i was wrong When daddy found you flat out in your green jar bed tonight - he was devastated - and so was I. Your little body so peacefully laid out, as though you'd just drifted off.
Makes it harder somehow I suppose.
I'll always remember you my little Julie bear. I will always feel guilty we couldn't do more. and if anyone ever says that petshop rats don't have health issues again, i'll tell them this story poor poor girl...
run free at the bridge my special ratty angel - you'll love it there - i'm sure you'll be reunited with old friends - and there'll be loads for you to do
We found you Julie, on a foolish spur-of-the-moment trip to Wyevale. we'd recently bought your sisters from there - Merryl and Stella - and popped in to pick up some moss. You were there - all alone in your tank - because you'd been wrongly sexed and had a litter - you were condemned to live alone Your babies were gorgeous - so no-one wanted you I fell in love with you almost the instant i saw you - and begged karl to let me have a cuddle at least. I found the lady working in that section, and asked for a hold of you - and she let me. She opened the tank and i put my hand in. You grabbed me hard enough to break the skin, but you only wanted to pull me in to the tank - i guess you missed your babies.
So i decided, it was fate - you needed company in the form of your sisters. So i took you home with me and put you straight in with your sisters - after all - you were only about 10 weeks old - you were a sweet little thing. After the initial quick squabbles you all got on great guns - best of friends. Especially you and Stella - you looked so alike! You used to drag everyone else into the igloos - and make nests with them! much to their annoyance
You were always a cuddly little lass - despite your misfortune at the beginning. You loved to be a shoulder rat and really enjoyed snuggling me or your daddy. no more of that now.
Then recently you got ill - pneumonia we thought. You had endless courses of treatment, jabs etc etc... you were like a little pincushion and then the evil vet stuck a massive needle in you - the same size as he'd use for a rottweiler he told us proudly, after jabbing you and hearing you scream, you never screamed - you were such a quiet little girl, and would put up with anything - but that hateful vet hurt you so much
I nearly hit him that day, but calmed myself, and kept giving you your treatment, and it seemed to work for a while, I thought you were getting better - but evidently i was wrong When daddy found you flat out in your green jar bed tonight - he was devastated - and so was I. Your little body so peacefully laid out, as though you'd just drifted off.
Makes it harder somehow I suppose.
I'll always remember you my little Julie bear. I will always feel guilty we couldn't do more. and if anyone ever says that petshop rats don't have health issues again, i'll tell them this story poor poor girl...
run free at the bridge my special ratty angel - you'll love it there - i'm sure you'll be reunited with old friends - and there'll be loads for you to do