Taking some pictures of my rat Chiron as he goes jungle-trekking around my room. It brings great sorrow to my heart to know this will be one of the last happy play-dates we have sitting on my bedroom floor while I procrastinate something-or-other and he enjoys his roaming freedom. He doesn’t even seem to notice the cancerous growth that is plainly attached to his chest. I wish I could freeze everything I love in time so they never have to suffer or disappear forever. I know he’s only a rat but it still breaks my heart to know that I am literally watching him die and he has no idea what’s happening