Basil - 9/09 - 12/11

I've been holding off on writing this memorial for Basil.  I have been expecting his death for several months, so it was hardly a surprise.  It still doesn't feel real, though, especially not on the heels of Socrates.  After several months of brave struggle against his failing heart, Basil finally passed quietly on Christmas day. 

Basil came to me as an 8-week-old baby, one of 16 little ones born to an escapee at Petco who had gone feral.  The babies were hand-raised and fostered on a surrogate mom.  He and his tilty brother Wesley were my first "official" rescues. 

Basil was a rat's rat.  He put up with people.  Sometimes, if you caught him in the right mood, he would let you roll him onto his back and tickle his belly and kiss the minky spot on his tummy.  But most of the time he just weathered human attention with quiet dignity so he could get back to tending to his rats. 

He was a natural-born alpha.  He gently tended to Token in his final hours.  He taught the hoarding boys how to behave like real rats.  He kept Einstein in his place. He was the glue that held the colony together and while he was tough, he was also fair.  He saw the death of so many of his friends:  Ripper, Sweeney, Token, Splinter, Locke, Stock, Beryl, Wesley, Socrates.  In the end, he was very tired, and I think very ready to see his friends again. 

So long, big guy.  I miss you a lot, and the colony isn't the same without you.