Jeremy picked me. In the grungy smoky basement full of tanks that an unethical breeder ran as her poor excuse for a rattery, a little guy jumped out of the tank and begged me to take him home. He wasnt my first pick but when a rat picks you you have to listen and I did. This photo is of the first week I took him home. Hes bruxing and boggling in this picture. He was sick from the start and I learned to treat upper respiratory infections at home from taking care of him. He loved me dearly and did so much to help me as one of my first two ESA. He even put up with his brother turning hormonaly agressive and needing to live separate from him like a champ but he was lonely. We got babies for him when he was a year and a half. Little did I know they were sick and brought some pathagen that got him sick and he passed faster, always having a weaker imune system. He was an unhealthy rather normal looking rat. I would have passed him over if he had not literaly climbed out of a glass tank to be with me. He revived my love of rats and Ive had them ever since. I will always miss Jer and Thank him for being my heart rat for that year and a half I had him