Let me tell you about Puff Daddy~
I was lucky enough to have this little love connect with me in July or August of 2007. I saw him on Craigslist for $40 measly dollars but could just tell somehow through the ad that he needed a new home ASAP. I cannot describe well enough the filth, stench and just plain nastiness he was living in. He had NEVER seen another glider before. He had a tiny, broken bird cage being held together with twisty ties. He walked, ate and slept in his own waste. He had an oven mitt for a "pouch". It had holes chewed clean through it. He was so overweight, he could not climb the bars or jump or play. I was told he was "3+ years old" and that they had "NO idea" how his tail got half amputated. He lived alone in a dark, unfinished, smelly basement and not only had he never had interaction with another glider, he had NEVER been played with-even once. There was not ONE toy in his cage. You can read the thread if you want because the same details are posted but he had a slimy water bowl that was almost empty (slimy as in, green slime all around). He was fed eucalyptus pellets as his main diet. All these people cared about was that I had the $40-never asked me one single question. I grabbed him and practically ran.
The day I brought him home (and I had no idea about the importance of quarantine at this point myself so got extremely lucky considering his prior home):
http://www.sugarglider.com/glidergossip/topic.asp?ARCHIVE=true&TOPIC_ID=8999
Keep in mind this pic is AFTER I had cleaned everything. He just LOOKS depressed!
I fell in love with him right away. He was the sweetest, most gentle roly poly. I immediately took him to the vet, switched his diet, got him toys, a new cage, pouches, water bottle, wheel, you name it.. He had no idea what to do with any of it. I was so happy to have him. The intros to my 2 girls at the time was flawless. He and Skitzi were in love from day 1. She immediately took to him and wouldn't eat, sleep, play or even venture outside of the cage without him. She would sit right on top of him if he were still long enough. If he'd try to leave the pouch before her, she'd start chattering at him and either join him or he'd stop what he was doing and go back. Here she is even sleeping with her arm around him:
He was almost instantly a new glider with a new personality. He started to play, eat healthier and never wanted to be alone. Now, I could SEE the difference in him now that he was with the girls. I can't explain the bond that he and Skitzi had as I've never seen anything like it since. He NEEDED to be around other gliders.
Puff Daddy is no longer with us. He passed on Christmas Eve, 2007. I really don't want to go into all the details so here is the post from that day:
http://www.sugarglider.com/glidergossip/topic.asp?ARCHIVE=true&TOPIC_ID=10916&whichpage=1
In a nutshell, I did wind up having a necropsy done and the bottom line is that his previous years of bad diet killed him. It was irreversible by the time I got him yet I had no way of knowing.