by Jean
(England)
Well my darling Rolo,
It has been over a week since you left me and the heart ache is just getting worse and worse.
Rolo was my sweet loving litle hooded rat, he died as I held him and I cannot forget that awful time.
He used to sit on my knee every morning to have his yogurt, and every time I give my other rats their bananna I cry because he is not here waiting for his favouritr food.
He used to steal biscuits off any plate around and hide them in his cage, and would search my Mum's handbag and take any treasures he found and stash them.
How am I to go on without you my little man, I miss your chattering and your little face.
Love you lots darling,
Your human Mum Jean xxx