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1990 - 1999 |
On November 12, 1999,
Critter was killed while crossing the road near our property. We
were headed home after picking up our granddaughter to spend the weekend
with us, and coming close to the gate of our fence, we found her in the
middle of the road. Despite having many acres of our property on which to roam and climb trees to her little heart's content, for too many
years, she had the bad, unbreakable habit of crossing the road to the
pasture across from our fence.
We called her our Wild Child, as she trusted
only Rodger and me and would scurry away like a frightened deer, if
anyone else approached. She eventually learned to trust
Christa, our young granddaughter, and she would allow her,
with great tolerance on her part, to stroke and pet her. Her main loves in her
life were roaming the great outdoors and snuggling next to her mother, Cyclops. Many
times on either cold or rainy nights, she would snuggle in a
basket full of warm towels with her mama, content to be snuggled next to her.
Critter
Bug,
as we sometimes called her, loved to get on top of the shade
houses at the
nursery. She probably felt safer up there being able to look down
at all her surroundings and away from any real or imagined
enemies, whether it were human or animal.
Sometimes when she wasn't
on top of a shade house, she would
occasionally pop up in the middle of a row of potted plants
and startle Rodger as he worked; she would rub up against him, just wanting
a little stroke and a few soothing words before she'd dash
off to once again
happily roam the property.
We miss our Wild Child
furbaby, but know in our heart of hearts that she is now happily roaming at the
Rainbow Bridge, no longer fearful of that which she feared in
this life.
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