Gotterratarung

I came home this morning to a very still, very quiet rat. I think he hurt is leg and couldn't get to food all day. I could do some for him, but I'm worried.

I very much think I will have an empty apartment soon. It's going to suck. Every aftertoon for the last few years he's been there, playing at my feet, chewing up my stuff, and being my pet. I don't know how, but somehow I think he knew when I was having a bad day. I remember him curling up by my face when I was crying after Anne left me, and I remember him just sitting on my lap when dad went to Iraq. Today he spent a long time sitting on my lap, trying to get the strength to eat a raisin. He finally did. He got water too. I've rearranged his cage, so that he can get to everything. Maybe he'll recover.

But I think that Spartacus will be in a better place soon.