My brother Ryan keeps a couple of rats as pets. To be accurate, he kept a couple of rats as pets. The one we called Red is dead.
I learned of Red's passing late last night. Hearing my that rat-faced nephew had bought the farm at the young age of two left me with mixed emotions. On the one hand, he was the beloved pet of Ryan and Kara. On the other hand, he was a rat.
Red, I'm sorry I didn't spend more time with you and I'm sorry you'll never meet your little brother Zander, due to arrive later next month. You were only with us for a short while, but like a comet you shone bright in this dark, dark world. Rest little rat. Rest.
