My rat Keegan died today. He was only a year old. He was chubby, cuddly, bizarre and sweet. He was absolutely gorgeous. He was all white with a beige hood and a streak of white down the center of his face. He would get these random
moods where he'd suddenly start frolicking around on my bed. He liked to lick my fingers and toes, and it tickled the hell out of me. He chewed a hole in ...