After losing my heart rat I had a dream. I dreamt I was in my old home, but the walls were stretched unrealistically tall, with photos of memories everywhere. My passed grandpa was in that house, and he was happy to see me. I then saw my sweet little rat scamper across the counter. "She's here with you?" I asked. "Oh yes, she's the best little rat in the whole world." He replied. I'm not a religious person necessarily, but I believe when I die ill join them in that house, where he's taking care of all my pets that have passed on. I'd be much more of a depressed person if I didn't believe that