Bongo Fury Rattery
Bongo Fury Snatched From Dry Earth
Russian Dove Agouti
Bred by Laura Jones and Karl Woods
DOB: 12/10/2009 - 25/05/2011
Genetics to knowledge: A/- Dd mm rbrb (possibly carrying Self, Chocolate and Dumbo)
I am so sick of writing obits now... I'm just feeling really dejected and numb about it all at the moment.Snatch was a lovely lad, one of my snugglebears. He was always a daft licky sod, loved cuddles, loved fuss and attention, always wanted to be close to us. He was a gorgeous little lad, he never made a great size, but he was always nicely built you know? He lost a lot of weight in recent weeks though, with his CK getting worse, and finally today he just had enough :*( my poor little guy.
He was always, even with his illness, cheerful and lovely natured, the only thing that lessened with him was his desire to be handled, we tried to keep it to a minimum as it seemed to make him a bit panicky and uncomfortable :*( that broke my heart. He did so love to be close to Yeller and Claxon though, and was always found grooming them, or them grooming him. Nothing pleased him more than being squashed at the bottom of a big old ratpile! :*)
I know Yeller will miss him very much, as they were very close these last few weeks, with Yeller not being 100% any more either. They have always been good company for each other. Claxon is, as always, fine. I just know how much we'll miss his soft face at the bars, and his licking, which he was somewhat famous for <3
Run free my little snugglebear - you're free from discomfort at last - go and find all your relatives and friends.
Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd:
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air to a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war,
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air to a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war,
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
xx