Its been a long couple of weeks with many tears. I got the boys cremains back on Monday and I have been in a funk since then. Its so difficult to be happy when there has been so much loss and such wonderful little rats gone on to the bridge. I have cried at night, quiet in my bed, felt sorry for myself over the loss of my friends.

The babies are trying to settle into the big boys cage. I am having some difficulties with a couple of the older boys, nothing that wont calm in time. No blood, no foul and everyone seems well adjusted. I suppose for them its been a difficult ride as well, they lost family and their alpha. They struggle to find a quiet, a way of life that works again for all of them.

Time does wonders for the mind, but the heart seems to lay in heaps for a while after. I take comfort knowing the boys are finally at rest. They are free from bodies that failed them. Its a relief to know that they can do what they want and be rats like they are meant to be. The bridge is a wonderful place. Its just to bad so many of us left behind feel that loss so keenly for so long afterwards.