Narnia Smallrat
December 2004-September 2006

It's been very hard. Narnia, my little girl, had to be helped to the bridge this month when she developed an aggressive cancer in her belly that resulted in a tumor that grew to half her size in six weeks.

Narnia was my girl. She never grew more than about 4 or 5 inches (not counting her beautiful tail). She was a firecracker, so full of life and stayed that way up to the last three days.

Narnia was an adventurer, a wrestler, a fiesty girl who hardly ever sat still. She was wrestling Josie (at least twice her size) and power grooming her and winning a week before she had to go in to the vet. When her tumor got ungainly, she would swipe a treat and hold onto the hammock with one hand and foot and the cage with the other hand and foot and drop onto the cage bottom with her loot before she ran off and hid it. She also finished up Aeowen's large hole in the back of the condo before she left us.

I always called her my tiny girl. She always loved me. After her adventures free roaming, she would curl up under my shirt and go to sleep snuggled up and comfy on my chest.

I love you so much Narnia and miss you. The spirit you brought to life here is missed. There is a void little one.

~Poi Mom Jane