Our last little gerbil, Mr. Wiggins, has passed on
My wife's eulogy:
Poor Mr. Wiggins, our sole remaining gerbil, passed away tonight.
Wiggins was an inquisitive and adventurous fellow, the only one to figure out how to escape the cage and go on the run with a cat loose in the house.
His complete lack of fear generally ruled his life, judging by the amount of paint he chewed off the stand of his exercise wheel. He was, however, genuinely terrified of humans - except for Dave, who was allowed to give him little pats with his fingertip.
Mr. Wiggins came into our lives fully-grown, in 2015. He endured two moves and three cats.
He is predeceased by his partner Noodles and adopted sister Scout. Wiggins has gone to his eternal rest in an empty mason jar lids box under the tree with the red berries, where he will remain with us, hopefully longer than the cat did.
Fight * Flight * Feed * Procreate
Wiggins
2015 - 2018
Poor Mr. Wiggins, our sole remaining gerbil, passed away tonight.
Wiggins was an inquisitive and adventurous fellow, the only one to figure out how to escape the cage and go on the run with a cat loose in the house.
His complete lack of fear generally ruled his life, judging by the amount of paint he chewed off the stand of his exercise wheel. He was, however, genuinely terrified of humans - except for Dave, who was allowed to give him little pats with his fingertip.
Mr. Wiggins came into our lives fully-grown, in 2015. He endured two moves and three cats.
He is predeceased by his partner Noodles and adopted sister Scout. Wiggins has gone to his eternal rest in an empty mason jar lids box under the tree with the red berries, where he will remain with us, hopefully longer than the cat did.
Fight * Flight * Feed * Procreate
Wiggins
2015 - 2018
41-45, M
