Re: RIP Mushka
heres my poem for Mushka
Her name was given by a Russian girl,
Mushka means grey in her tongue
Perfect for a Russian dwarf hamster,
With fur of grey, yet forever young.
When she first moved in she was shy,
When held would hide up a sleeve.
Encouraging her down required food,
But for a mealworm she’d never leave!
She loved opening peanuts for the treat,
For the treat she knew was inside.
But her favourite was always mealworms,
Offered one she’d run from her hide.
Feeding time meant climb into her dish.
Taking her choice of pouching food,
Scattering the rest in all directions,
At finding mealworms she was so good.
She came to Mushka, only when she pleased,
But when called Millyworm, always came.
She’d charge from room to room in her ball,
Hide and seek became her favourite game.
My favourite memory of her, its simples,
A photograph of her by a meerkat mug.
Her fur was so beautifully smooth and soft,
Such a shame she was too small to hug.
Into old age she was still active and played,
Daily climbing her wicker wigwam to the top,
Leaping to catch hold of the bars, walked across,
The roof of her cage, to jump down with a plop
At twenty months she is suddenly not here,
But in our hearts she will be forever near.
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