My poor little old man passed away last night. I am heartbroken.
This was Bandit a little over a year ago when I adopted him and his 3 brothers from a family friend. He was the first one to come out and say hi.
He loved his hammocks. Every time I put a new one in the cage I would find him checking it out a few minutes later.
He was a climber and would climb on top of the cage given the chance.
Posing for the camera.
He loved to sleep in the fleece cubes and chew them to pieces.
He was the first rat that my grandson petted. He was such a good boy that day and loved the attention.
*Bandit was the one on the bottom* Always the curious boy, sniffing and looking around when I opened the cage doors.
He photo bombed his brother and made me laugh.
He was always ready for some company and always came running to the front of the cage when I came over.
As he got older, he would fall asleep in the strangest places. Like the food dish with rice and corn still on it. He'd just wake up, clean his face off and eat a little more. My poor old man.