Well, my pet rat finally died today. It had been, what, three and a half month since she first had her stroke? For a creature with a lifespan of two to three years, that's pretty good survival time.
Her initial ailment hit us pretty hard, but then she recovered a bit and we got to slowly get used to the idea that she'd be dieing in the near future. She looked older and was never quite as steady as she once was. A few weeks back, she started going downhill again. Last week we were debating whether or not to put her in the freezer. We ended up deciding that since she still ambled over and enthusiastically wrestled with the peanuts we gave her, her quality of life wasn't too awful. Still, we're glad it's over. It was a bit painful to watch her flail around the last few days.
Now I just need to clean up the cage. I've got a dead rat sitting in my room.