Bongo Fury Rattery
Bongo Fury Tin Teardrop
Russian Silver Agouti
Bred by Laura Jones and Karl Woods
DOB: 18/10/2007 - 25/11/2008
Genetics to knowledge: Aa rbrb dd (possibly carrying siamese, black eye, choolate and mink)
Poor Tin was one of Fish and Ape's disastrous litter several of the babies died when they were tiny, leaving only three - Tin, FAB and Brauti. Sadly, after the death of her lifelong friend and the only rat who understood her (FAB), she never really recovered, and has spent the last weeks being terribly unhappy. Whereas before she was always the first out of the cage, recently she was interested in nothing :*(.She was totally unique - and I'm not sure it's even sunk in that she's gone. She was hard work, and I never expected her to last even this long... but she did... and she totally grabbed me by the heart during her all too short life. She was never much a rat to get on with strangers, and really only liked us, and even then in a squeaky, annoyed way! She was so very vocal... and I shall miss that so much :*(
I think she had a fair bit going on that was wrong with her, but even so, FAB gave her the energy to keep on - without FAB she couldn't face life :*(
Run free my gorgeous darling... go and find your mum, and FAB and Hickory, Willowherb and Rosebay - the siblings you lost when you were mere days old. And hopefully Brauti will not follow you so soon :*(
And for her - what more fitting song could I use? Thanks to Jem for suggesting it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CVcu53rlv7I
and
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mj6Dzrv5Qt0
Remember when
you were young,
you shone like
the sun.
Shine on you
crazy diamond.
Now there's a
look in your
eyes, like black
holes in the
sky.
Shine on you
crazy diamond.
You were caught
on the cross
fire of
childhood and
stardom,
Blown on the
steel breeze.
Come on you
target for
faraway
laughter, come
on you stranger,
You legend, you
martyr, and
shine!
You reached for
the secret too
soon, you cried
for the moon.
Shine on you
crazy diamond.
Treatened by
shadows at
night, and
exposed in the
light.
Shine on you
crazy diamond.
Well you wore
out your welcome
with random
precision,
Rode on the
steel breeze.
Come on you
raver, you seer
of visions, come
on you painter,
You piper, you
prisoner, and
shine!
Nobody knows
where you are,
how near or how
far.
Shine on you
crazy diamond.
Pile on many
more layers and
i'll be joining
you there.
Shine on you
crazy diamond.
And we'll bask
in the shadow of
yesterday's
triumph,
And sail on the
steel breeze.
Come on you boy
child, you
winner and
loser,
Come on you
miner for truth
and delusion,
and shine!
We had another song for her too - a silly one, for a silly girl...
About a maid Ill sing a song,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
About a maid Ill sing a song
Who didnt have her family long.
Not only did she do them wrong,
She did evryone of them in, them in,
She did evryone of them in.
One morning in a fit of pique,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One morning in a fit of pique,
She drowned her father in the creek.
The water tasted bad for a week,
And we had to make do with gin, with gin,
We had to make do with gin.
Her mother she could never stand,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
Her mother she cold never stand,
And so a cyanide soup she planned.
The mother died with a spoon in her hand,
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin,
Her face in a hideous grin.
She set her sisters hair on fire,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
She set her sisters hair on fire,
And as the smoke and flame rose highr,
Danced around the funeral pyre,
Playin a violin, -olin,
Playin a violin.
She weighted her brother down with stones,
Rickety-tickety-tin,
She weighted her brother down with stones,
And sent him off to davy jones.
All they ever found were some bones,
And occasional pieces of skin, of skin,
Occasional pieces of skin.
One day when she had nothing to do,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One day when she had nothing to do,
She cut her baby brother in two,
And served him up as an irish stew,
And invited the neighbors in, -bors in,
Invited the neighbors in.
And when at last the police came by,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
And when at last the police came by,
Her little pranks she did not deny,
To do so she would have had to lie,
And lying, she knew, was a sin, a sin,
Lying, she knew, was a sin.
My tragic tale, I wont prolong,
Rickety-tickety-tin,
My tragic tale I wont prolong,
And if you do not enjoy the song,
Youve yourselves to blame if its too long,
You should never have let me begin, begin,
You should never have let me begin.
I will never stop thinking of you crazy little lady... never :*(