This is Punches, so named because he is a fighter. I took this picture when I thought it was the only one I'd ever have of him. I was just trying to keep him warm and comfortable, but the little guy wanted to live really, really badly. He stubbornly squeaked and squirmed and fought me as I tried to feed him kitten replacement milk for 2.5 hours, then rode 3 hours tucked in my shirt all the way to Cedar Moon Gerbils in Austin, TX. He and his new family bonded readily, and Greta of Cedar Moon reports that Punches is warm, fed, squeaky, and happy. What a champ!
It's hard to say these things. I love my critters with all my heart, and I wanted to see them succeed. But sometimes, life just happens a certain way, and there's really nothing you can do but roll with it. I'll keep everyone posted regarding Gerby Derby's next move. It means a lot to me, those of you who have stuck with me through the ups and downs of gerbil breeding.
If nothing else, stay tuned for more pictures and anecdotes. Life goes on and gerbils keep making me laugh!