he's lying on his side in my hand. so old and tired - his tremors have stopped. he jerks and stretches from time to time, off on his last glide into God's heart from mine. he was always the wisest and sweetest of the three - his mate, Piper, and baby girl Starling... he was probably father to his mate and many many others. his legacy living on in the white-faced clan of sugar gliders... fly high kiss the sky, my dearest of all Aerrow!