Frodo came home from the petstore with me one day he was the first dumbo rat I had ever seen. He had the brightest eyes and instantly jumped onto my hand when I stuck it in the cage. Early on in his life we traveled to Disney World in the motor home. Frodo loved traveling and was very content to walk around on my shoulder while we moved. He earned his nickname from my father hannibal after taking a bite out of dads finger one morning while we were stopped in Virginia. He also managed to destroy two of my shirts and a pair of pajama bottoms. I would give as many chewed up clothes as he wanted to have more time with him though. He camped with us many times and fathered two litters of dumbo rats. On December 16, 2003 the testicular cancer that had grown so quickly in Frodo paralyzed his back legs. I made the heartbreaking choice to Euthanize him at the vet clinic where I work. Dr. Mickols was great about it and allowed me to restrain him while he got the injection. I held Frodo in his last moments up against my heart so he would know I loved him as he crossed the rainbow bridge.