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 | Wendall
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| The sweetest little wallaby you'd ever want to meet! | |||||||
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| From the day that Wendall first began sharing his life with us, there was always a little bit of a '2 year old living the terrible 2's' dancing in him. His greatest thrill as a baby was to sneak up the stairs ever so quietly then run like a bat out of hell down our hallway into our bedroom, then up on our bed. There he would sit proud as a Peacock till you came to retrieve him.
As a teenager who would now go on all of my outings with me, he loved to go to the grocery store. He knew the smell of the grocery store and the minute we walked in, his little head would poke out looking for 'Sharon the produce clerk' who always had a piece of grape vine for him. On the occasions when Sharon wasn't there, he was a 2 year old having a temper tantrum the whole time we were in the store. It took me a bit but I finally figured out that he was looking for Sharon to give him his grape vine. So . . . I started carrying grape vine with me so that in the event that Sharon wasn't working that day I could still get my shopping done, I would give him a piece of grape vine as soon as we went in the store. Then he was content. He may eat his grape vine, he may spend the whole shopping trip with his head poking out of his bag checking out new things but he had better have a grape vine in his pouch or I would spend the whole shopping trip trying to soothe him. He was and still is the only Macropod we have had who loved to spend his evenings flopped across your lap as you worked on paper work or the computer. Once he was a big boy and had moved out doors to live with the rest of the Macropods, you could never go in his pen without him coming bounding over for a scratch & a cuddle. Even as an adult he loved nothing more then for you to come out and let him hop into his pouch then take him for a walk in his pouch. At close to 45 pounds he was a lot to carry around but oh, how he enjoyed being back in his pouch. Today, Wednesday- November 19th, Wendall's ashes were returned to us. This was never how we expected Wendall to come home. They are currently placed within their urn in his pouch from when he was a baby. We will bury his ashes by his favorite corner of the Macropod pen. He always sat in that front corner so that he was the first to see who was coming and going. We will never know if he had the adventure that we had thought he was having, or if he spent the entire week in the woods around our home trying to find his way back. The only thing we know for certain is that we did everything we could think of to get him back home. Rest in peace my friend, we miss you terribly. You lived as you died. . . “touching hearts”. | |||||||
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