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Sweet little Sydney, my little Baby Girl, was going to be mine ever since she came OOP on July 11, 2003. I actually got to help raise her and her twin brother Seamore since their Mom had a very bad pouch infection and was unable to provide enough milk for her joeys. She's an extremely mellow little girl who likes to break into my dresser drawers to sleep. Sydney has also developed pouch problems and once a month her pouch will swell up & need cleaned. Tho she doesn't like it, my baby girl is very good at taking her medicine & letting us help her keep her pouch clean.
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Seamore, my big little boy. We were so afraid that he wasn't going to make it as a joey. His sister Sydney consistently gained weight, but he struggled. One day we'd be so happy because he would have gained 2 grams, and then the next day he would have lost it again. He came to me and Sydney after his first 2 homes fell through. His Mom & Dad would tolerate him, but never really bonded to him so he was pretty much alone. Then he came for a visit with his sissy while his human Mom was out of town. On that visit he gained 10 grams. So it was decided that this would be his forever home.
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Brodie came to me in December of 06 as a gift from Teresa. He was a bit young still to be away from his parents, but they had decided it was time for him to be weaned. Since he was going to be my boy, Teresa brought him to me so I could feed him myself, thus developing a deeper bond between us. Since coming to me, Brodie has spent the majority of his days curled in my bra close to my heart. He will often talk to me and loves giving kisses. The only time he will ever crab or fuss is when it is time for him to go back into his cage. He is also a very caring little boy who is very concerned if anyone around him crabs or fusses.
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Miss Emmy Kitty, who came to me from the humane society. She filled the void left when my Snuggles crossed over the bridge. She is a petite little girl who refuses to wear a kitty collar, she'll take every single one off and hide it. We've managed to compromise tho, since she likes to wear bandanas. She's also a very smart little girl who loves doing tricks. She knows how to sit, lay down, roll over, sit up, stand on her back feet, turn in circles, tap me with her paw, jump through hoops and walk balance beams when I ask her to.
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