The Rainbow Bridge

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I would keep one or two rats, but I would give the rest of them to the pet shop to sell. The result was that my rat population grew slowly. The Pet Shop would feature my pets in a special central exhibit. I remember one occasion when I visited the pet store about a week after I had 'delivered' the latest brood to the store. I leaned over the enclosure and said something to them in 'ratese,' then I put my hand in the middle of the enclosure. Every rat began crawling up my arm! Apparently they missed me. Giving a new brood away was almost as painful as dealing with the death of one of my rats.

Speaking of which, I have no hope of 'going to Heaven' when I die. But I do hope to meet my pet rats under The Rainbow Bridge. If I am still allergic to rats by that time, well, so be it.

Nighty-night.