First journal entry and it has to be a depressing one. Oh well, it happens. I don't know why i'm even writting it, i'm just venting I guess. I know no one's going to read it, I don't care though, I don't expect anyone to. One of my two rats isn't doing so well, i'm holding him in my lap right now, and I can feel him getting weaker and colder already. I can't deal with deaths very well, it's just hard, thats all. I don't really know what else to say, I can't think of anything, but he doesn't have much time left is all I know and I guess i'm just freaking out. He's not very old either, but he was sick when we got him, we felt bad and I didn't want him to die by a fuckin' snake, so I took him in. At least he gets to die with his best friend Al next to him [Other rat.] And not being eaten by some stupid snake. Venting complete.. The end..