Sherman passed while I was at the hospital. I didn't want to help him to the bridge because despite the fact he had total back end paralysis he dragged himself around and up the side of his cage like nobody's business.
A big black and white rattie boy, he was a real dream as a pet. He didn't like most rats, but for some reason he took a shine to Luke, his cage mate that preceeded him in death. Sherman was almost twice as big as Luke, but Sherman liked the fact Luke liked to be his blanket. Sherman was 43 months old. He came here a lone rattie boy. Patches and Nona also came from the same home. He lived with Luke until Luke passed away.
Rest in peace little Sherman, you'll have your little Luke blanket again.
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