I should have written this post after it happened really, especially as I updated everywhere but here about it.
Ashi had been ill for a while and we’d finally managed to get some stronger antibiotics, but he then started to reject non-solid food because he realised that we were mixing it with meds. Syringing him quickly became very stressful for both him and me. He very quickly became defensive and panicked as soon as we tried to pick him up, would spit out anything we managed to get into him, etc.
His quality of life had become such that it wasn’t fair to keep forcing him to keep going, his breathing became very laboured by the Monday evening (the 9th of May) and he wasn’t interested in any food. He was extremely defensive with Nick and I and unwilling to let us even touch him, as a lone rat we were his only company so it just wasn’t fair on him.
And so we made the decision to have him PTS on Tuesday the 10th. Whilst we’ve had two others PTS before, we never had to make the decision before as there wasn’t really a choice in the matter with the others, whereas with Ashi it was something that we had to assess and make a decision about and I felt fucking awful for it. He’s always been my special boy and he’d been a loner, pretty much since birth according to our breeder. With his issues we knew that it was coming eventually but he’d been doing so so well until he got this respiratory infection and it just sucked the last of his life out of him. He managed to reach 20 months which was much much more than we ever expected for him.
RIP my gorgeous boy x