my wendy, wendy left me alone.
RIP Wendy Marsden-Drake.
March 16, 2005-November 7, 2009
You were the light of my life from the moment I first laid eyes on you:
"Tuesday night we left right after I got out of here, I hadto assemble Wendy's cage (James named her Wendy) and then we were on our way. Usually when we go to Newark it takes us 2 or more hours because we miss this one turn. So I went onto Mapquest.com and found directions and it only took us like an hour and 15 minutes to get down there. I hate airports, esp Newark because it is so confusing to drive around. But we got Wendy and drove home, and on the way we were going to pick up something to eat, and James got it in his head that he wanted McDonalds. So we drove around for an extra 40 minutes getting lost on backroads in Sloatsburg, trying to find this McD that was actually at a rest stop off of the thruway. (we could see the golden arches from a distance, it was really a lot more rediculous than you think) Wendy got shipped in this weird plastic thing that took 40 minutes to fucking open, but once we got her pouch (where she sleeps) out, and took a peek inside, I was crying because she was so tiny and cute. She is like an angel compared to Lola, who has calmed down a little bit, and they play together. You really need to see it to believe it, honestly. I want like 40 more gliders now."
So I don't think I really even touched upon this (maybe I did, for all I know. I NEVER update this thing anymore) but a little over a month ago, I ended up taking the sugar gliders back from James 'temporarily' because he was moving to San Francisco and couldn't bring them with him. He asked me to take them because Wendy (the younger glider) had hurt her hand and needed special attention and I am the only person he trusted to give them proper care. So I'm a sucker and I said yes, okay I will take them-TEMPORARILY. So I did and they both were acclimating well here in Albany. Ryan and I both enjoyed their company and everybody who came over to the house was giddy with excitement to see them up close. So this past Saturday morning, I got up and was cleaning the house while Ryan was setting his drums up at the practice space. I checked on the gliders, they both were playing and fine. A few hours later, I go to grab their food and water dishes to clean them out and there is my little Wendy-dead on the bottom of the cage. The image of her little lifeless body has been literally giving me nightmares. It didn't look like her at all and honestly it really, really, really upset me to have to see her like that. I put her in a little box and Ryan and I had her funeral Sunday around noon, where we lit off sparklers in her honor. I tried getting in touch with James all weekend and finally got ahold of him this morning, it literally broke my heart into a thousand pieces to have to tell him what had happened. Here I am the one who is supposedly so capable of taking care of these gliders-and I end up being the one under whose care Wendy died. I know I didn't get to see her for 2.5 of the almost 4 years that she was alive, but I loved her so much and she was just such a good pet. She'd always let you hold her, even if she was sleeping and she never bit you. If you gave her a mealworm or a sunflower seed, she would lay on her back and just coo and eat whatever it was with her tiny precious hands. If you ever got to meet her, you'd know what I mean. And you'd probably understand why this is so hard. I miss her already.
March 16, 2005-November 7, 2009
You were the light of my life from the moment I first laid eyes on you:
"Tuesday night we left right after I got out of here, I hadto assemble Wendy's cage (James named her Wendy) and then we were on our way. Usually when we go to Newark it takes us 2 or more hours because we miss this one turn. So I went onto Mapquest.com and found directions and it only took us like an hour and 15 minutes to get down there. I hate airports, esp Newark because it is so confusing to drive around. But we got Wendy and drove home, and on the way we were going to pick up something to eat, and James got it in his head that he wanted McDonalds. So we drove around for an extra 40 minutes getting lost on backroads in Sloatsburg, trying to find this McD that was actually at a rest stop off of the thruway. (we could see the golden arches from a distance, it was really a lot more rediculous than you think) Wendy got shipped in this weird plastic thing that took 40 minutes to fucking open, but once we got her pouch (where she sleeps) out, and took a peek inside, I was crying because she was so tiny and cute. She is like an angel compared to Lola, who has calmed down a little bit, and they play together. You really need to see it to believe it, honestly. I want like 40 more gliders now."
So I don't think I really even touched upon this (maybe I did, for all I know. I NEVER update this thing anymore) but a little over a month ago, I ended up taking the sugar gliders back from James 'temporarily' because he was moving to San Francisco and couldn't bring them with him. He asked me to take them because Wendy (the younger glider) had hurt her hand and needed special attention and I am the only person he trusted to give them proper care. So I'm a sucker and I said yes, okay I will take them-TEMPORARILY. So I did and they both were acclimating well here in Albany. Ryan and I both enjoyed their company and everybody who came over to the house was giddy with excitement to see them up close. So this past Saturday morning, I got up and was cleaning the house while Ryan was setting his drums up at the practice space. I checked on the gliders, they both were playing and fine. A few hours later, I go to grab their food and water dishes to clean them out and there is my little Wendy-dead on the bottom of the cage. The image of her little lifeless body has been literally giving me nightmares. It didn't look like her at all and honestly it really, really, really upset me to have to see her like that. I put her in a little box and Ryan and I had her funeral Sunday around noon, where we lit off sparklers in her honor. I tried getting in touch with James all weekend and finally got ahold of him this morning, it literally broke my heart into a thousand pieces to have to tell him what had happened. Here I am the one who is supposedly so capable of taking care of these gliders-and I end up being the one under whose care Wendy died. I know I didn't get to see her for 2.5 of the almost 4 years that she was alive, but I loved her so much and she was just such a good pet. She'd always let you hold her, even if she was sleeping and she never bit you. If you gave her a mealworm or a sunflower seed, she would lay on her back and just coo and eat whatever it was with her tiny precious hands. If you ever got to meet her, you'd know what I mean. And you'd probably understand why this is so hard. I miss her already.