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The name is Rachel. I'm sixteen years too old and from that wonderful filthy state of New York. I'm a scorpio, a vegetarian, and an animal rights activist. I love animals. I'm a stubborn female of mostly Irish and German descent. People make me physically ill. Trying to get me to change my mind is a pointless effort. I will debate you until your too tired to debate. Unless your a complete moron. In which case, I won't waste my time talking to you. I don't say anything unless I have something to say. Think about it.

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Hermie
Monday, July 23, 2007

As pathetic as it sounds, I've been perparing myself for the ultimate death of my rat Hermie. I know that it's coming soon and it probally makes no sense to any of you, but it's gonna kill me. I love him. I've been looking up on google for the last hour what kind of foods will help him and medications to use. I want to make the remainder of his life comfortable and enjoyable. He's still a sweetheart always optimistic, bright eyes, ears up.

















Today I had to bathe him because he smelled like urine. He's lost all use of his back legs(degenerative paralyisis) so he can't clean himself properly. I had to clean out his ears with a q-tip. He had a really gross ammount of wax build up.

If I could find the person who owned him before I did..(I got him at a pet shop, they gave him away because he was so big that snakes wouldn't even eat him), I would personally bash their head in. What he must have been through, and yet he's still trusting.

For those who don't know, Hermie is a genetic mutation. Somebody bred some weird cross of rats and he was the product. Here's a picture of him to show what I mean, he has a very abnormal look. Half hairless. Just patches of fur.

Also, he has cigarette burn marks on his skin, that aren't too visible in this picture. He's losing weight rapidly as of lately. I can see his the bones on his back.

I could kill whoever did all this to him. I really could.

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