We have pet rats. Again.
After me putting my foot down and saying that we were not going to have any more pets, they are too much trouble. And absolutely no more rats! The males (which we had last) pee all over each other (to mark each other as their own territory) and the females are prone to mammary tumors.
But the large, open space in the great room seemed too large. And after a failed experiment trying to raise baby wild mice, we all realized that we wanted our rats back.
The closest pet store is an hour away, and there we went to find two friendly baby females. We named them Missy (the one touching the cage wall in the photo below) and Patchy.
On her second day with us, Patchy began snuffling and sneezing.
At first, I thought nothing of it. I’ve had rats get colds before, and they got over it.
But Patchy got worse. We began to be able to hear most every breath she took. While she wasn’t lethargic and seemed to be eating okay, the congestion was obviously disrupting her sleep.
I sprinkled some rosemary essential oil around in the bedding where they were sleeping. Rosemary is anti-viral, anti-bacterial, and anti-fungal. I did this twice.
The next day, I sprinkled rosemary in the bedding again, uncapped the eucalyptus oil, and stuck it in front of her face. I made her sniff at it (inasmuch as she was capable of sniffing) for a few minutes. Eucalyptus is not only anti-viral, but also breaks up mucus.
But I despaired that I was too late. That afternoon, her breathing became very laborious. Her sides were heaving, and she was making a good deal of noise.
The last two times I saw a rat heaving like that, he or she was dead within hours. And they were both under two years old, much too young to die.
I sprinkled more rosemary in the bedding (which they both seemed to enjoy, by the way they would pick up the bedding and chew on it) and made her sniff more eucalyptus.
But by then, I was sure we’d have a dead rat on our hands by the next morning. I was upset. “See, I told you we shouldn’t have bought any more rats,” I said to my husband and son.
But when I got up the next morning, she was still alive. Still snuffling and sneezing, but alive. And no longer struggling for breath.
I continued to sprinkled rosemary oil in the bedding once or twice a day, and within three days she was hardly making any noise when she breathed.
Now, you can say what you like. Coincidence or whatever. But I know the power that this brand of essential oils have had in my life as well as the life of my husband and son.
I believe the oils saved Patchy’s life.