Michael, your were my Angel of Music. You were given to me for my birthday, along with your brother, Erik. I never thought I could love gerbils, but you two left
tiny paw prints on my heart.
My, how you enjoyed running on your wheel and eating! You enjoyed living your days in a large tank with a topper where you could run up and down the ramps, dig in your Aspen litter, chew cardboard, and other gerbil activities.
After Erik died, I got a neighbor for you. Her name was Cassie and whe was black with a few white spots. Sometimes you noticed each other.
I loved how you would watch me in the kitchen, like you were supervising whatever I was doing. I miss seeing you up on your balcony when I came home from work in the evenings.
It was a sad day when I had to decide to help you to the Rainbow Bridge, but I knew it was best for you. You had a happy, full life for three and one-half years –
a ripe old age for a gerbil.
Say hello to Erik and the rest of my pets
at the Rainbow Bridge.