Bingo and Gussie, as pups.
After two weeks of rat hospice, Bingo, a.k.a. Rat 3.0, has passed on to the Great Exercise Wheel in the Sky. Ian hand-fed him for two weeks, and I'm sure that had something to do with Bingo refusing to give in...he just kept on living. We were all stunned.
We dug a very nice grave in the backyard, right next to a Silver Maple Tree. We didn't so much dig as chop through roots the size of my forearm. Anyway, Bingo was laid to rest wrapped in a Rutabaga t-shirt with a nice bricked up tomb to keep the critters away.
We all wish Bingo unlimited sunflower seeds, apple pieces, and chocolate chips.
Rest in peace, my little friend.