In Memory of My Whisper who passed Tuesday morning!
Dear little Whisper who came to me in a sock,
Quiet but with a temper, you heart was hard to unlock.
You had a hurt eye but my hand you always saw,
And with a silent strike, blood you would draw.
I thought as an owner I must be unfit,
I couldn't get near you without getting bit.
But then one day we suffered more bad luck,
The ball to your water bottle had gotten stuck.
Dehydrated and unmoving is how you were found,
I gently picked you up, You didn't make a move or sound.
What should I do? In a panic I could hardly think,
But finally with honey water I got you to drink.
After a while it appeared your energy had returned,
And you crawled up the arm you previously spurned.
With a clenched jaw I waited, certain I'd get bit,
Amazingly though I didn't receive a single hit.
All over me you climbed, a friendship we had finally made,
Understanding each other, we formed a
bond, never to fade.
After that day though my mission was clear,
I had to help little sugar gliders both far and near.
And although you may now be gone.
Rest assured you memory will live on.
Because in essence it started with you,
The creation of Critterville Rescue. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/frostyangel.gif" alt="" />
Written by my husband Jason