Good-bye, my friend

Yesterday we lost our little flying squirrel. I know to some of you a flying squirrel might not seem like much of a pet, but she was the sweetest little animal anyone could have. She slept in our pockets, liked to watch TV with us, and was precious to observe. She had two homes in her cage-one she slept in, and the other she stored her nuts in. Her storage house was a decorative china birdhouse that someone gave me, and she always had to put a couple of extra pecans in there for a rainy day. We had her for about five years, and everynight she stayed out of her cage with us. She recognized us, and our car. When my husband came home, she was always at the door of her cage ready to be petted. I've lost many pets over the years, and I think it's one of the hardest things to bear. Anyway, thanks for letting me tell about her.