A few days ago, my landlord had a pest inspector come for a unit inspection. To see where pest might be coming in and out from in each unit and I just so happen to have had pet rats that I loved so much. When I came back the following day after work, this was two or three days ago. I found my rats dead because the pest control guy left poison out right in front of their enclosure or cage, and one of them grab a hold of it and it seems like they ate from it and I found them lifeless ….

The four of them were my pride and joy. They were always something I could do and play with and take care of and just stay overall focus, ignoring the rest of the problems and my depression. They always love to snuggle and always squeak every time I pick them up, looking like they were waiting for me to lift them …..

Today I’m throwing away their home . It stings like a motherfucker . Yeah I can sue the bastard , but nothing will bring them back… they were the sweetest little fluff balls I’ve had the privilege to house and to love…