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otakuforlife1 [2015-05-09 17:03:20 +0000 UTC]

i know how you feel. my chinchilla passed away years ago due to age and having some kind of internal injury that we couldnt do anything about.... i only had her for 6 months, but i truly loved her with all my heart.... it was heartbreaking seeing her lifeless body in my hands, knowing that she would never wake up...
     

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sunnyhallows [2013-05-06 01:08:18 +0000 UTC]

<3
hope you fell better...

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o0IceCream0o [2012-04-11 18:04:08 +0000 UTC]

Oh man Ich weiß wie das ist, ich hatte mal Wüstenrennmäuse, und eine von ihnen hatte einen Tumor bekommen aber richtig schlimm, nämlich an der bauchspeicheldrüse und das ist bei wüstenrennmäusen außerhalb des körpers. es sah einfach schrecklich aus .......T_T

ICh hoffe wirklich dass deine Ratte gesund wird!!!! Ich werd für sie beten

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RotmetX [2012-04-08 15:36:01 +0000 UTC]

the thing are never for ever, the living things too... just remember the good times, im feel you worries. I also had one of those pet rats, he was so sick that the veterinarian said "have to put to sleep"

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Ani-casma [2012-04-08 12:10:52 +0000 UTC]

Only when the two are together does colour come into the world. That shows their close bond, and how important they are to each other.

She handles the rat gently in two hands, and nuzzles it.

It has two contrasting emotions. One of complete joy and happiness, but at the exact same time it strongly radiates the emotion of sadness (by the way you colored it, the girl's expression and the interactions between the two.)

It might not be a tumor ;A; Well....it most likely is...but it might not be

I send her my strongest prayers though, just in case ;A;

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UN-Owen13 [2012-04-05 21:41:43 +0000 UTC]

This really heartbreaking, it even made me cry a litle bit...
I really hope that your pet rat will be ok ^^

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Baratus [2012-04-03 14:24:14 +0000 UTC]

Good luck...

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RnRCirno [2012-04-03 07:23:42 +0000 UTC]

I hope it's nothing serious that's going on with your lil rat, wishing you the best of luck! (also tell me after you went to the vet)

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puchiko01 [2012-04-03 04:23:10 +0000 UTC]

Love the concept of this one ! <3
and i hope your pets gets better

hngg you should watch this sad video: [link]
; u ;

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MadHatChesireCat [2012-04-03 00:26:13 +0000 UTC]

it may be nothing serious i have a kitten with the same thing (except its not a tumor) so it could be like our cat and just be a growth it does happen. and i hope your lil rat buddeh is ok D: (sorry i just read the description and had to say something >.<)

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Akuma-acherontia [2012-04-02 21:51:27 +0000 UTC]

aww, so sad and sweet TTwTT

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DieElliiie [2012-04-02 17:47:56 +0000 UTC]

es tut mir wirklich leid das zu hören...:/ ich kenne dich zwar nicht, aber du kannst mir glauben ich hoffe wirklich das best...

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ToolMeshuggah [2012-04-02 06:01:07 +0000 UTC]

As I listen to a song about a man's beliefs being flooded and obliterated, I really appreciate the presentation of hope. Ignoring your explanation actually improves my perspective on hope; for all I knew, a woman looks upon a tired, sedated rat, reaches for it, sparks life from its slumber, and takes an almost soul-shattering love and comfort from the experience. For the finite realities of my life, I take no comfort, from the potentialities I have yet to experience, I take comfort. Were I to deduce every good thing in my life down to either its permanence or security, I would be a very unnerved monkey. In our search for a calm existential riverbank to dangle our feet in for awhile, we really notice how mad -- how fragile -- our grip on sanity and hope constantly remains.

An innumerable brigade of forces do battle with our body and mind daily, as is so constantly reinforced by psychologists and medical professionals. Beyond the tacky cliche, our bodies are constantly molting, melting forms shedding dead cells and splitting new ones to sustain itself; life and death constantly cycle even in our very living forms. So too do we constantly lose and gain electrical recordings in our minds; this great amorphous mass we call the mind an evaporating and expanding form. Mind-bendingly enough, both our bodies and our minds function as paradoxes. As our body sheds it losses against the forces of physical, material attrition, our minds stockpile the leftover wisdom from this chaos and formulate -- articulate -- the compilation of actions and responses we call the self. Both are in flux at all times, both live -- breathe -- chaos, but maintain order. If I were to brood on this, would I not go insane -- do I not sound it already?

Even without your background -- even without analysis, there is an aura of tragedy in this image. Behind this tragedy is the looming shadow of chaos and death that stalks our battered minds and bodies. As she reaches gently down to receive this adorable little bundle of life and love, one can't help but remember the vulnerable nature of the rat's first appearance in the first frame; this delicate innocence sustained in such madness cannot bode well for the future. As she presses her lips to the mouse's tiny mouth for a quick, comforting nuzzle, one can feel her sanity crack slightly as she lets the futile bonds of loving attachment wrap themselves in yet another tragically temporary but irresistibly beautiful shred off innocent life. Tears stream down her face as she embraces the curious affections of her new, tiny partner. She places her sanity, her emotional stability, in the hands of this tiny creature. Like the warriors of men and mer (elves) at the Black Gates of Mordor, like Raskolnikov's desperate, maddened confession, like Willy Loman's clinging onto an imaginary business advisor, like George's dream of a farm was to Lenny, we cling onto mad hopes and dreams only to watch them crumble or die right in front of us -- with or without any power over it. Forgoing pragmatism and stout reason, the woman before us picks up her frail friend in the hopes that he may live long and give her the comfort she so seeks -- that she may control and care for this rat in a way she cannot replicate for herself in this psychotic whirlwind of minds and matter we call a world.

But tossing our illogical alarms for our emotional needs is how we survive, so that's the nicest aspect of this image: sure, there's a jet black veil behind the tragedy here, but why need we view her tears as of tragedy alone? Hell, she's smiling! In the act of preserving, prolonging, and pampering the relatively short life of a sweet, simple being cracks the emotional shell of this woman and color the smile and sight of this grayed soul. Why else would so many of us cater to the surprisingly egoist needs of a feline, or the needy barks of a canine? A smooth sip of solace is taken from the companionship of one whose life you care for, whose innocence surpasses your own. We live in a cynical, lonely world, sometimes preserving a shortening candle of simple innocence is the only beauty we can keep alive in our darker, stormier afternoons.

Perhaps that's the bigger tragedy about human sanity, it rests both in perception and delusion. Most animals perceive things simply, relying mostly on sense itself: intuition, instinct based on needs. Humanity, however, was given the ability to reason out its own meaninglessness, its own insignificance, its own nihility. Yet, our childlike moral compass leads us to preserve the beauty in life. As the superficial, base banality of vanity fades, beauty seems to rest in the arms of innocence -- faded and translucent as those arms may be. As pretty girls wrinkle into hollow, dusty lusts of younger years, we look to a playful kitten, or an energetic puppy, to make us smile, to teach us to move onward into the setting sun with perked ears and wide eyes -- like my mad hero Bill Hicks -- to ride into that sunset remembering who you are, who you were, and what you are.

How do they -- how can they -- do all this? They don't; we do. Humans are social creatures; simply the presence of another living being of such persona can influence the malleable molds that are our minds. I've really noticed how lonely life is without my cat, my Tiger. I talked to that cat almost every late night I had. As he'd gaze blankly at my desperate, frustrated countenance, I would vomit essay after essay of emotional, existential, or sociopolitical strife soliloquized into words. As insane as it seems, I believed that he would listen, and I trusted that he loved me as much as I loved him as I scratched the top of his fuzzy little head in such a way that we would squint and purr. I could cry thinking both about him and about how much I miss him. His simple existence gave me so much to invest in, that at least as I struggled with the pragmatic world around me, he wandered around on adorable little adventures and relaxed in a warm, comfy bed whenever he wanted to. An estranged, vicarious delusion of safety, perhaps, but my love for him was no delusion, nor was the comfort I still take in those memories.

And so I -- and we -- burn onward into this infinite fractal, this gaping expanse. And I hope none of us forget our kittens, or cats, or rats, or dogs, or bunnies. If we do, I hope we find our little rat like this woman, and we pick it up and let ourselves cry at long last -- cherish this one short-lived light we've finally stumbled upon.

Never forget it, never let go.

Once again, I love the work and the earnest emotion put into it -- well done! ^-^
*love for you and your work*
*HUGS TIGHT*

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takarayume [2012-04-02 05:55:33 +0000 UTC]

oh..I'm so sorry to hear that.. ; A ;
am no good at comforting others but hopefully things would turn out fine for you guys...

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nEVEr-mor [2012-04-02 03:41:58 +0000 UTC]

oh friend, it is most likely to be a benign tumor that needs removed before it gets too big! i think more likely that then some thing you cannot fix. even if she is two years old. have heart, it really may not be time yet.

that is such beautiful art.

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