Callie The Gerbil, RIP
independent; she had her pride.
liked sitting by our pet dog’s side.
snug in her bed, she upped and died.
she lived for food. and food. and food.
ever the lady, she always chewed.
she never burst, but she’s still dood.
she liked to sit alone to feed;
privacy her greatest need.
she popped her clogs; poor Callie’s deed.
nothing bad she ever said.
her best hobby: being fed.
it makes me sad to think she’s dead.
And just to prove you can’t fight instinct:
I have the funniest readers in the blogosphere (not necessarily ha ha…)