Miso died on Friday. Wife got up in the morning, he was rustling about in his cage like normal. By the time she came back from the shower, he was already stiff. Despite being a pet shop rescue, he was probably the healthiest rat we've had so far. No tumors, no respiratory issues, nothing. Wasn't even 2 yet. Doc said it's 95% a heart attack (maybe a stroke).

First time I had a rat just keel over like this out of nowhere. Still can't quite process it. He was the last one of the current batch, so we're ratless for the time being, maybe for a while. Room feels so fucking empty now. Shitsux.