Wednesday I lose my Rat Willow... Yesterday I come home, and three of my ducklings have been eaten.. Then todayI lose my last Rat, scout.... I sat with her for an hour... and I leave, for not even twenty seconds so my dad can yell at me about how worthless I am and she is gone when I come back. Twenty seconds. Compassion and respect for the dead are non existent in my home. All I am hearing now is " Get that rat cage out of my back yard" I just placed it out there so I can scrub it down. Well Im pretty down right now, and Ive got a major headache. I had to dig her grave in the rain or else I would have never been able to break the soil.