Sissy

Sissy, on the left, and Braveheart munching peanuts

When we came home yesterday, the dogs were looking around Sissy's cage, so I went to check on her to see if she was awake to play.  The dogs tend to forget gerbils are nocturnal and not always up to playing before dinner time!  Sadly, I found Sissy curled under her jogging wheel, no longer with us.  She is probably having a hard time choosing between running in Jesus' huge gerbil wheel or climbing in a huge set of tubes in Heaven, all while living again in her sister Braveheart's shadow.  We're pretty sure Sissy had a stroke about 3 weeks ago, and since she was close to three years old, we were expecting her to head back to Eden anytime. 

Isaac put her a container so the pups could say good-bye.  They both nosed her and couldn't understand why she would pop up to play.  We let them follow us outside to dig the hole to bury her, and this very much upset Aggie Belle.  She did not like Daddy putting dirt over her little gerbil girl one bit!  Bailey just sat there and then looked toward Braveheart and Igor's graves.  I guess he remember the summer's two burials.  So sad to watch them say good-bye!

Both gerbil girls gave our puppies so many hours of fun, and we enjoyed them too.  What a treat to care for two little furballs of love for nearly two years!