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RIP Barnaby
Sad day. I got back from an excellent and exhausting weekend in Brisbane to find that my beloved pet rat Barnaby had unexpectedly died. He was in the care of a fellow rat owner, who was as shattered as I was. Barnaby was elderly but had not shown any signs apart from general creakiness. So now I am ratless. 
The above was my Facebook post and I'm too whacked right now to write much more. The Christmas party with the gulag's head office was actually quite enjoyable, though too noisy to talk properly with anyone, and I toured Brisbane on the Saturday extremely thoroughly. I have to say that the Qantas aircraft that do the Perth-Brisbane run are too damn small. There was a constant bottleneck between the staff and passengers and the seat space was so narrow that I kept getting prodded in the ribs by the guy sitting next to me on the way back. Also, peeps, making out it's my fault because I won't eat either your fish curry mess or your pumpkin-splattered vegetarian goo is not going to make me particularly fond of you.
Getting back to find out that Barnaby had passed was rotten and I still feel this emptiness inside and start talking to the empty cage, which is truly pathetic.
Once I'm okay and make it to a day off/enough sleep, I'll post some more about Brisbane and some of the photos I took. I took lots.
The above was my Facebook post and I'm too whacked right now to write much more. The Christmas party with the gulag's head office was actually quite enjoyable, though too noisy to talk properly with anyone, and I toured Brisbane on the Saturday extremely thoroughly. I have to say that the Qantas aircraft that do the Perth-Brisbane run are too damn small. There was a constant bottleneck between the staff and passengers and the seat space was so narrow that I kept getting prodded in the ribs by the guy sitting next to me on the way back. Also, peeps, making out it's my fault because I won't eat either your fish curry mess or your pumpkin-splattered vegetarian goo is not going to make me particularly fond of you.
Getting back to find out that Barnaby had passed was rotten and I still feel this emptiness inside and start talking to the empty cage, which is truly pathetic.
Once I'm okay and make it to a day off/enough sleep, I'll post some more about Brisbane and some of the photos I took. I took lots.
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Glad to hear that Brisbane was excellent though. I'm looking forward to the photos.
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(it is not pathetic to be talking to the empty cage, it is a perfectly normal behaviour. I spent quite some time after the death of my first rat trying to work out where he was hiding *this time*).
But glad to hear that Brisbane was a good experience!
so very, very sorry . . .
Know that I'm thinking of you up here in the cold.
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((((hugs)))))