Here the story I keep my males that aren't in the breeding rotation in the same tub, no more than 4 to a tub. Well tonight was rat night so I'm cleaning tubs and all is good to go. After I am done I hear a scuffle. Now I'm use to rat fights but this one sounded different. I opened the tun to find a bloody mess and thats not figurative. It look looked like a hand grenade went off in that tub. Every body was covered in blood. Then I found the source. .

My first male from my very first litter ever had been bitten in the hind leg severing the femoral artery. I got him out and did every thing I could think of but I just couldn't stop the bleeding. I came in the house crying and covered in blood.

Now that upset Carrie and I just couldn't find the words. The old man had bled to death in my hands .

I'm a mess. And what is to become of the culprit. That did it.
BOA!

That rat was my buddy he was the first hooded I ever birthed. To have him go like that. I am just crushed right now.

I love my rats but he was special.

I am exhausted!