This has been a fucked up day. My rat, named Ra'at, has had a tumor and I knew she was going soon. I checked on her today and discovered that she had been bleeding all over her cage. The lump had developed a pretty nasty external sore. She was obviously going to die soon and she was clearly in some pain which would only get worse. I did what anybody would do. I got really drunk in preperation, found a sharp knife in my kitchen, sliced her head off quickly, and buried her in the back yard. I tell you that chickens are not the only thing which run around after their head is sliced off. Her body damn near got away from me post mortem. She has some dirt and a cinder block to protect her from the dogs and I plan to keep her skull in her memory. She was a good kid. She loved anything she could get her little fingers on, was more curious that most people I have ever met, was impressively inteligent, and I don't think she ever even knew what fear was before her final moment. She was better than you or I.
Today is, to say the least, not what I had planned.
I fucking killed my friend.