Our little Fuzzy passed away after a long bout with cancer. She was with us a little over four years. During the first three, she was very prickly and not overly friendly. After we discovered she was sick and took her to the vet, who helped her feel better, she suddenly became a very loving animal, pressing up against us (ouch!) and wanting to come out of her terrarium to spend time with us at all hours of the day and night.
Over the years, Dennis took very good care of her, building her a large wheel, on which she ran for hours each night; as well as a little house, which she loved; a bracket for an overhead heater that kept her warm in cooler weather (she used to lay directly under it on winter afternoons); and other little accessories for her yard. A favorite memory of ours was after we fed her and put her back for the night, she would ecstatically bounce and flip in her sand--reminded me of a jumping bean--gaining some real lift. This was always in the darkened room--she was nocturnal, after all, so, unfortunately, we never filmed it. She also purred--she loved other food treats, but only worms provoked that enthusiastic sound. Gobbling her favorite scrambled eggs did generate some squeaking sounds--sounded like a tribble, as featured on one Star Trek episode.
Dennis says "No more pets!"--he gets too attached. We both miss spending afternoon naps and evening TV time with her. I created this past month's Artist Trading Card in her memory.