I was watching a program called Hoarders last night. On it a man, who'd lost his wife more than 20 years ago, had started keeping pet rats. He said he needed to feel life around him, so the rats made him feel loved. The man started with three rats and ended up with over two-thousand rats. He was on the show to get help.

The rats were pet rats, so no greys, but it was stunning to see thousands of rats running up to this man in his own home. The house was small, so you can imagine the sight. He'd come out and feed them and they were running around like dogs. The critters lived in the walls, in his mattress, etc. You get the point.

The psycologist asked why he felt the need to keep them. Then he started talking about the love of his life, his wife. He'd found her dead after she suffered a heart attack. He cried as he talked about her, saying the rats had sort of taken her place. He said the beauty of having so many rats was that if one died, he'll still have the others.

So sad. But it shows you how much we suffer when we lose the love of our lives. It also shows how lucky/blessed we are to have this sight to come to. This man's wife died in 1989, so no websites like this one. He suffered in silence, finally finding solace in the rats.

Thanks everyone for being here for me.