This memorial is for the little rat who had been abandoned at the bus station and lived for two whole years there. I'm pretty sure he's gone now to a better place. The first time I saw him I couldn't believe my eyes; a black and white domestic rat scooting out from the rosebushes to forage in the garbage. When I did see him I would dig around my bag for some food, anything at all for him; Friends did this for the rat as well, so he was reasonably well fed. Sometimes I would walk down to the bus stop and there would be shredded paper at the burrow that someone had left for the rat.
I still can't believe he lived for so long under the rosebushes, in the summer and in the winter time. I can see his little trail of seeds/crumbs in the snow, and it breaks my heart to think that he died so lonely. Every time I'm at the bus stop I still look for his burrow, for any sign of him, but I think he's gone over the Bridge.
Rest in peace, sweet rat.
I still can't believe he lived for so long under the rosebushes, in the summer and in the winter time. I can see his little trail of seeds/crumbs in the snow, and it breaks my heart to think that he died so lonely. Every time I'm at the bus stop I still look for his burrow, for any sign of him, but I think he's gone over the Bridge.
Rest in peace, sweet rat.
