After Vesper was killed by a relative's dog in September I felt so guilty. It took me until now to get the time to pick up a new friend for my remaining glider. He is already wanting to share a pouch but they just met so I'm not going to house them together. I get the impression they will get along nicely. I hope she will bond with me as well. Losing two gliders in one year has been hard and I hope she and Joey will live long and happy lives with me.

It happened so fast. I noticed him out of the pouch and acting lethargic and less than an hour later he was gone. He refused food, even his favorites. He always loved food so much. He popped right up until the end. I put him back in the pouch with the other two and held them all. He stretched and yawned one last time and then he was gone. I feel so bad, like somehow if I had noticed sooner I could have helped him. I wasn't ready to lose him, yet. He was such a good boy. He loved being with me. Just the other night he was enjoying playtime. I miss him so much. He was one of the sweetest creatures I've met. I can't believe he's gone. My poor, poor baby. I miss him.

I was snuggling with my babies today and thinking about how cute they are and how lucky I am to have them. They're all well-adjusted and well-socialized, friendly gliders who have no fear of humans and enjoy playing with me. They have been nothing but fun, loyal little companions in all the time I've had them. We've formed a strong bond and I look forward to many more years with my little fuzzbutts.

I picked up my 3rd glider today. He was on a pelleted diet and a bit worse for wear with balding on his tail from overgrooming and a bit on his face as well. He appears to move fine with no signs of HLP and is a very sweet boy. He's getting neutered in a few weeks.

So I've had my gliders for close to 3 months now. I think we've settled in together nicely. I realize now how lucky I am to have such nice gliders. They both love me in their own way and I think I'm better at reading them. I still can't quite get over what cute, strange little creatures they are.

I've had my guys since I picked them up on November 11th. I think we're progressing well in the bonding process. Both were well-socialized and taken care of by their previous owner, so neither of them were ever afraid of me. The dominant one rarely nips me anymore. Neither have ever actually bitten me and drawn blood. The only time they ever crab is if I startle them when they're asleep, and even then it's a more annoyed crab than a frightened one. When I take them out for playtime they love to climb (and potty!) all over me. One loves to glide to and from me and other objects. He seems almost proud when I praise his jumping skills. I'm still trying to figure out exactly how they best love to be played with. I find that I'm still learning some of their body language, mainly trying to learn how to tell when they really like something. Their bulging eyes and excited shaking always makes me worry they're frightened, even though I know crabbing and lunging is their way of telling me to back off. I love stroking their soft fur and have even started to find their scent comforting. This may be the beginning of madness.

Scoria
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