What an adventure I just had!
I found a severely injured and incapacitated little rat, I’ve since named “Prescott,” on the sidewalk. I took Prescott home where she/he drank lots of water and then I dropped her/him off at the SPCA’s Wildlife Refuge, where she/he is now probably in hospice care.
We only knew each other for an hour but I miss Prescott and wish he/she could have stayed with me. I may seem silly for trying to save a rat when most people want to do away with them, but I don’t care because although sad, it was a nice experience and I felt love. This is livin’.
Rat rescue update: poor little Prescott had to be euthanized because she was blind, having trouble breathing, and had vaginal bleeding (?!) and she wouldn’t have survived in the wild. I’m sorry but relieved.
I just heard the story of Howard Hughes leaving a fortune (and a consequent mountain of problems) to a stranger who years earlier had picked up a bloodied and disoriented Mr. Hughes from the side of the road. So I keep thinking to myself, “I wonder if she (Prescott) left me in her will…”