I have had some amazing animals in my life. I have had a great hamster who had died on her own and I have had cats who have died on their own. But I understood that it was their time to pass over the bridge. But a week ago I had to make a decision that made my heart want to cry. I have two rats now and I got one from a play I worked with and she was a sweet little thing. But she was lonely and I knew that I had to do something for her. So I went off and tried to find her a friend I looked everywhere but could not find the right rat for her. My mother and me where about to give up when we went to the pet store just to buy some rat food for her. My mother went of and got the food and I had a feeling that the rat we had been looking for was in the store with me. I went to the rodent section. At first there was no rats that I could see but then I walked back farther and right in front of me was a cage of the perfect rats. I ran and got my mother and we decided that this was fate knocking at our door. We knew that these were the rats we had been looking for. We got someone to open the cage and one rat out of them all came over to my hand and sniffed it. The others just played with each other. I knew that this was the right rat for my rat. We got her and took her home. Little did we know that this rat was the devil in a rats body. Right when my rats meet each other they loved each other. But that lasted awhile for the three of us. They started to bite and wanted to hurt you if you tried to pet them so I knew that my sweet rats were not the same so I let them be. This went on for a year. But a month or two ago the devil rat grew a tumor. At first I didn't see it but then I saw it and knew something was wrong. I told my mom and we took her to the vet. My little devil had cancer. We talked to her and she told us that we had two choices we could put her down or we could pay for a $110 surgery. I knew that I did not have enough money to pay for this surgery. ( I am only a 13 year old child). I talked to my mom and friends and they told me that I should put her down. But then I started thinking about my rats not the money or what people said and I realized that I would not give up on my family if there was a surgery that they needed to live. So I talked to my mother and she said that she would pay for the surgery but I would have to pay her back. I told her I would and we got the surgery. My devil is still recovering from the surgery and yes she still bites and tortures me but I know that I had made the right decision in my heart. I think also that my past pets had helped me realize that animals are more pure and innocent then money or humans could ever be.