Ave atque vale, Patrician

Havelock died in my arms about 10 minutes ago (around 4:18 pm). Havelock was 3 years old, and the last parent standing. Havelock was also the Patrician of Rat Studio City, doing his rounds twice each day, once in the morning, once in the evening, making sure all was well, and the pee trails were clear. He was a calm rat, accepting of all, and quite curious about everything. Havelock was never happier than when he had M&Mmmmms, preferably eaten while sitting on a pile of fresh salad. He will be most missed, and fuck me, I think I’ll be taking a heartbreak break.

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Amelia

Everyone knows about those one in a thousand pets. Amelia was one in five thousand, if not more. In the sea of ratlets, Amelia stood out, and was one of the first to be named, after Earhart, because she was a precocious explorer from the start. Amelia was also a people rat, she loved people, being with them, going for rides, facehugging, running to them…one of Rick’s favourite memories is of a young Amelia, running about the studio, and he called her, she turned and barreled straight for him, leaping into his waiting hands. Amelia was possessive of us, and made sure she got more time than anyone else.

I called Amelia my little facehugger because she was a facehugger. From a young age, she would climb up on the bed (always waiting until I was asleep), climb on top of my face, with her tail falling across my mouth (and in more than one instance, in my mouth) and lay there to nap. She never got over that habit. Fortunately, she was a benign facehugger. Amelia also took exceptional care of me.

I can’t do justice to Amelia. She was wicked smart, curious, always wanting to explore, fearless, and devastatingly affectionate. Amelia had been fighting a respiratory disease for months, and stopped responding to medication. She could barely breathe, so it was time. Amelia did not go gentle into that good night, she raged against the dying of the light.

I administered overdose drugs on the evening of October 13th. She actively fought them, and refused to close her eyes, and she would not be parted from me. Amelia was laying on my lap, trying to clean herself when she took her last breath, at 11:11 p.m., October 13th, and she never closed her eyes.  I can’t even begin to express how very much she will be missed – Amelia was the smartest, very best facehugger in any ‘verse, and without her, I am left to dance on the razor edge of grief. I miss you, Amelia.

This is the last photo I took of Amelia:

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Oaties!

And what did Amelia like the very best in the care package? Oats! Wonderful oats that she got all to herself for a little while.

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Checking out the goods

Hekuni Cat sent another care package for the rats, and Amelia wasted no time checking things out. Thank you, A!

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The Girls

Some of them, anyway. Gytha, Angua & Pearl wanted no part of this picture taking business.

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Agnes

Amelia

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Artemis

Artemis

Magrat

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Mallory

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Mags, Mal, and Artemis

Blurrily, Magrat and Mal try to discourage me from cleaning

Blurrily, Magrat and Mal try to discourage me from cleaning

Mal scurries right over to the clean cloths in the basket.

Mal scurries right over to the clean cloths in the basket.

Artemis decides to decamp and have some Boost.

Artemis decides to decamp and have some Boost.

Amelia

has a nice cleaning session to go with her nice clean cloths on the upper tier.

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One more

Because it’s Towel Day!

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Tomorrow,

DON’T PANIC!* Happy Towel Day, Happy the Glorious 25th of May, Happy Geek Pride Day, and Happy Star Wars Day!

*Yes, candy canes help.

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Inspector Amelia

Amelia investigates and inspects the quilt I’m making.

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Nap! Trying to Nap Here!

I really couldn’t put off habitat cleaning any longer, and Mallory, Magrat, and Agnes weren’t pleased.

Mal, Magrat, and Agnes want me and my cleaning ways gone.

Mal, Magrat, and Agnes want me and my cleaning ways gone.

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enjoys herself in a new basket, then pops out for a drink.

Artemis cleans herself while sitting in a new basket

Artemis has a drink of Boost

Nighttime Thievery Dish

Amelia, Havelock, and Artemis have been a bit upset that the bedside table doesn’t have any lovely items to thieve, so I set up the Nighttime Thievery Dish. Hopefully, this will stop inquisitive noses being shoved up my nostrils, and Amelia’s persistent need to thoroughly check my mouth for hidden goodies while I’m trying to sleep.

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