June 20, 2006
It's hard to walk into the rat room and not see Roo's head pop up in greeting. She was always curious and loving and eager to crawl onto my shoulder when I took her out of the cage.
In the waiting room at the e-vet four days ago I cuddled with her and she crawled up toward my shoulder. She didn't quite make it all the way, so I cupped my hand over her to hold her in place. Abita asked if I had my cameraphone; I didn't and she didn't have hers. I turned around and I saw why she wanted a camera--in the reflection Roo was curled on my shoulder, her head against my neck.
See ya later, sweetie.
Posted by Publius at June 20, 2006 08:26 PM
they make such an impact on our lives
Maybe sometime if you have an artist friend, he/she could make a sketch of that for remembrance for you.
Looks like some jerks are using our guest books for advertising... !!! that sucks... they need to get a life...
You dont need crap like this when your grieveing for your lost babies
That would have been a wonderful picture.
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Oh, now I'm going to cry, sweet Roo.
sweet lady roo. roo of the red eyes. watchrat roo. she loved you so very much. when she transformed into her new spiritual body, she curled on your shoulder the way she wanted to that last time. and not only your shoulder, but around your heart so that it wouldn't shatter and fall apart.
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