For the past two years, I had an unlikely friend in the warehouse yard — a rat I came to know as Fredrik. He was small, scrappy, and full of life. Every day, he’d scurry out to see me, and over time he stopped being “just a rat” and became Fredrik — my companion, my little shadow, my friend.
Yesterday, I found him dead. The sight of his still body broke something inside me. I stood there, staring at the place where his bright eyes would usually meet mine, and I felt an ache I didn’t expect to feel this deeply. The yard felt colder, emptier, cruelly quiet.
It’s strange to grieve for a rat, I know. But Fredrik wasn’t just any rat. He trusted me. He chose, in his own way, to share his life with me. And now that life is gone, snatched away without warning.
Goodbye, Fredrik. I’ll miss you more than words can carry. The yard won’t be the same without you.
RIP Fredrik
2023 – 2025