On Friday, two weeks ago the fourteenth, I found my rat, her name was Ophelia she… She was dead. At 11:03 I found her in her cage and when I grabbed the food bag she normally hers the rustling and goes insane but she didn't, I couldn't believe it, but I should have figured. She seemed weak yesterday but I didn't think this could happen. I was crying so hard I could barely tell my mother. We had her burial soon after my father came back from an errand. I still can't believe. I didn't have many pictures of her but here is one.