R.I.P. Louie.



I'm hiding in my room with the door shut. Why? I'm embarassed to be crying because Daniel's rat Louie is dead. Louie was totally my bud.

Im such a fuckin freak.

Mark just noticed him..dead. He's still warm but he is convinced he is really dead..so he must have just died. I came by and gave him some love and a tiny piece of pop-tart every day. He would nuzzle up against the bars and let me scratch him behind the ears. He was absolutely huge, abnormally big, really. He'd scare the beejeezus out of you if you spotted it scurrying in your house.




Onward and upward, Louie. Go and introduce yourself to the Big Guy and get you some pop-tart.