Cocaine

Has been so much time since I was with my little ball of  hair, her name was Cocaine. I rescued her from being sacrifiaced, because she was a laboratory rat and when I picked her I notice in my inside that she was the most perfect and beauty ( and smally) thing I could reach to love. It was so small that my twin thought it was a mouse, but I clarified: Nop...it is a rat.
Whe prepare for her a house with three floors and in the top one it was a little cabin wich was her bed. She was so comfortable that she jumped all over her house, we didn't unterstand it but then we search the language and characteristics of the rats and finally knew that it was couse she was happy.
To be reponsible we research what kind of food can a rat eat and then we figure out that rats can eat almost everythin human can eat, so we taste with a lot of things: spaguetti, berries, raspberries, cheese, manjar, carrot...
But we tried to not give her meat, that scared us.
In winter she was who most warmly sleept, cause she sleept in front of the heater.
But when the heater wasn't turn on she got plushy. I remember when we took her  to the beach and since it was cooler there, she made herself a bed with a lot of paper (kitchen paper), but that happened in the day cause in the night we lit firewood so she was warm again.
I was so happy with her, but with the time we found out that she was sick, we took her to the vet and it turned out that she had cancer. We tried with madication, alternative medicine, but at the end the tumor won the fight.
I miss her so much...and she'll always live in my heart.