The Ebb and Flow of Virginia

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Cool stuff and shitty stuff

Ok, cool stuff first. The lovely and talented Miss Ann sent an afghan for the baby! Holy shit people, this is the softest blanket I have ever held in my hands! Seriously, I can't even describe it. I guess that's what happens when you use good yarn instead of the sale bin shit my grandma uses. (Not that I don't love my grandma's afghans too, but they're not soft like that.

So, just to prove that Miss Ann isn't the only one who can take a shitty picture, here are some shitty pictures of the afghan:

The edging:

It has a nifty little tag too, but I left out a picture of that because it's not really my place to hand out her real name. Not like there's anyone left on the planet who doesn't know it, but you know.

Now the shitty part. Yesterday morning our rat, Tribble passed away. She got sick a couple weeks ago, but got better almost right away. We were pretty sure somebody gave her something she wasn't supposed to eat and she got a tummy ache. Well, then a week ago she started sneezing and acting really lethargic. We got her in to the vet as fast as we could, which was Thursday. He gave her a couple of shots, diagnosed her with a respritory infection brought on by mycoplasma, and sent us home with antibiotics. By this time she barely had the energy to eat, and her breathing was horrible, but she was trying to get better and she took her medicine like a champ.

Well, Saturday, yesterday, she gave up. Wolf was up with her most of the night, and when I got up around 8 or 9 she was still alive, but barely. By 11 she was gone. Rizzo, her cagemate, is doing pretty good. The infection she had isn't contagious, so we just have to worry about Rizzo going in to mourning. Yes, rats are actually that smart. All day Saturday she was really depressed. She wouldn't eat or drink and didn't want to be held. She just hid in her house all day long. Today though, she is letting us hold her for a few minutes at a time, and she's drinking her water and taking her favorite treats. She's still not eating her regular food, but we're ok with a junk food diet for a couple of days if that's what she needs.

Labels: Animals, Cool Shit, Depressed

posted by Unknown @ 9:19 PM

3 Comments:

At 5/26/2008 5:40 AM, Jen said…

Gorgeous afghan!

sorry to hear about Tribble. HUGS
At 5/26/2008 8:29 AM, Miss Ann Thrope said…

Poor little Tribble. Losing a pet is horrible. I'm sad for you.

When the baby gets to be about 3 or 4 months old, take the tag off the afghan using small, pointy scissors just on the thread so he won't accidently rip it off and eat it or something.
At 5/27/2008 12:31 AM, Lexi said…

I know what you're sayin....Miss Ann's afghan is the softest thing in my house!

So sad about Tribble..