And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Jerry was a husky/roan and I think he was a mock mink due to the ruby eyes, but since his colouring had faded so much, it was hard to tell.
Jerry and his friend Olly came to me as rescues. They'd both been owned by two young boys who were no longer able to give them the time or interest they needed. Though no-one was sure exactly how old they both were, they were estimated to be about 2.
Jerry had lived with Olly his entire life, and never known any other rats. Olly was devoted to him, and would even put himself in front of Jerry if there were any scuffles with the other rats. Jerry was never the sort of rat to be overly affectionate, to either humans or other rats. He would show affection as and when it suited him, kind of cat-like in that respect.
Olly was one of the rats I lost during the infection which spread through the UK and hit my colony. This left Jerry on his own, and despite repeated attempts to get him to live with my other boys, he simply wouldn't accept any other rats. He would attack them, with intent to wound or even kill, even on neutral territory. He was simply an old man who had lost the only friend he ever knew, and wasn't about to settle in with a bunch of youngsters.
As such, I spent a lot of time with him so he wouldn't become lonely. I eventually moved him out of the shed and upstairs into my bedroom where he free ranged 24/7. I provided him with a water bowl and a litter tray, but otherwise he had the whole room to himself. This seemed to perk him up. However, he'd never been quite right since losing Olly; the start of his problems could be linked to exactly 2 days after Olly died. He began to act more lethargic, became more picky about his food and I began to suspect he had heart problems.
Sure enough, Jerry died of a heart attack only a short while later. However, he showed what a remarkable rat he was. I'd been sleeping, and Jerry came and tried to jump into my bed with me, something he had never ever done. He could barely even walk, but he'd dragged himself to my bed and woken me up. I brought him into my bed and he died less than 30 minutes later. Like several other rats I've had, he chose to be with me in his last moments, which Im really pretty honoured by.
Jerry was one of those cases where he simply pined himself into illness at losing his cage mate. Im sure he would probably be here today if Olly hadn't died.
Why Jerry? He didn't have a name when he came to me, or if he did, the original owners couldn't remember what it was. So I named him Jerry due to my love of the Jerry Springer show and associated opera.