So, I got home from Thanksgiving and Chip, my rat, was having trouble breathing, shaking and hadn't eaten or drank the entire time we were in PA. We held him for a while and I cried a lot and he passed on. Jonathon was nice enough to go outside and bury him for me. I still remember when I picked him out and named him. He was one of three
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