On November 1st, 1998, around 5pm, the Clan lost their patriarch. Pookie held this honored position for all 3 yrs 3 months of his life, being the founder of the family. I got Pookie in fall of 1995 from my science class at school. He was a cute little black baby boy who, thanks to my brother Peter, had half a tail for 3 years of his life. He, with help from his late mate Missy and their numerous children and other descendants, taught me what gerbils were all about, a lesson I will never forget. He bit me only twice, and I'm sure I deserved it each time because I haven't been bitten by any gerbil in the 2.5 years since. He was the father of my first litter of pups, and is related to a number of the gerbils I have now. (though, his descendants have become a minority, but I hope to ALWAYS have some amongst my "flock"). He is a father, a grandfather, a great-grandfather and hopefully as of November 5th, 1998, he will be the great-great-grandfather of some pups way out in Oklahoma. Sheesh, that's a heckuva an accomplishment for a school gerbil, having descendants at the other end of the country!

Pookie will always hold a special place in my heart. I hope he is happy in gerbil heaven with his beautiful mate Missy and their various children. Alpha will be glad to see her daddy again, and so will Phoebe = ) Please leave a flower on his guestbook.

As I always say, it's a good idea to end on a (Sarah McLachlan) song . . .

You are listening to "Angel".

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