Today we had to very reluctantly help our gorgeous Russian Silver Agouti boy Savannah over the bridge to find his brother Zeus. Unfortunately in the last week he had developed a very nasty mass of malignant tumours on his rear end - the vet said it was the most aggressive cancer he'd seen in a rat to date. We couldn't wait for them to get worse, as they were growing so quickly and were already starting to affect his movement, and to ulcerate as well. 

We are both totally gutted - as he wasn't all that old, and was such a wonderful, soft lad. He adored just sitting there for you to scritch his head gently and he would shut his eyes and smile with bliss. :*) He was such a sweet old gentleman.

There's not much I can say about this old lad, he was just so wonderful and so totally filled with character :*) he will certainly never be forgotten by those who met him.

We picked the following song for him, as it was a Simon and Garfunkel song for his brother Zeus as well (Sound of Silence) so it seemed fitting - especially this verse:

And Im laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin home
Where the new york city winters arent bleedin me, leadin me to go home

In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains
Yes he still remains
 

I hope that you've found Zeus already Savannah - you weren't far behind him, so I'm sure he'll be waiting at the bridge. :*) And let Vince and Hobo know you're alright, they'll be missing you both terribly.

I am just a poor boy and my storys seldom told
Ive squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, hmmmm

When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know

Li la li...

Asking only workmans wages, I come lookin for a job, but I get no offers
Just a comeon from the whores on 7th avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there

Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin even me
I am older than I once was, and younger than Ill be, thats not unusual
No it isnt strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same

Li la li...

And Im laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin home
Where the new york city winters arent bleedin me, leadin me to go home

In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains
Yes he still remains

Li la li...

xx

Pedigree