We breed rats...dumbos..hooded...rex...and african soft fur...we had his one adult female that was totally different from our others...we called her super rat...she was HUGE all brown and when she had babies within a week they were fully furred and walking around...she hasd something special in those genes...The woman who owns the pet store we have been going to for over a year and a half called us asking if we had any real small rats...about the size of a mouse...All we had was our favorite momma's babies that were small but too young to take from her...so she said well just bring her and the babies in and i will buy the babies and you can pick her up after the babies are weened...we said ok....we took her to the shop with her babies and as we placed her tank on the counter we told Linda that under no circumstances was she to sell our momma rat...My bf told her of ANYTHING happened to her he would come after her...(They had the type of relatioship to where jokingly he called her mom and she called him son)..He told her this was our PET...and this was her last litter of babies..that after she sold the babies that momma was coming home and living the rest of her life being spoiled rotten and that she was the best momma we had and deserved to be pampered...Linda said I wouldn't do that to you guys...well yesterday we noticed the pet shop number on the caller ID...but there was no message...figured Linda just needed some more cockatiel nest boxes (my BF built those for her too)...I had to go to work so we decided to just call her back today...Well when Anthony called the shop...Gene one of the girls that work there said that Linda was in PA and that she tried to call us to see if it was ok to sell our momma rat to a guy that neededa LARGE rat to feed his snake...Anthony said you better not tell me you sold our rat...she said she called Linda and told her that she couldn't get in touch with us...Linda told her to go ahead and sell him the rat and she would just pay us for her...she sold our PET!!!!!...a pet we told her NOT TO SELL when we brought her in to some guy for SNAKE food...I asked her why couldn't she sell one of HER big rats to him..her excuse was she didn't have one as big as ours...I am crying now as i type this...I have been crying since about 3:30 this afternoon...I LOVED HER...she was my PET...she wasn't just some rat we used as a breeding machine....there is no amount of money she could give to replace her...NOTHING can replace her...and thinking about HER being eaten by a snake kills me so bad inside i can't stand it...she meant more to me than that...she wasn't meant to be snake food....she was meant to live the rest of her life being loved...she wasn't disposable...She had a name....her name was Camilla






...she has to exchange 2 rats to get mine back...unless she has her supplier bringing back a look alike....I will know when Friday gets here...because if it is a knock off...i WILL know