Puits best gerbil friend Narf died too soon and too fast and left her all alone. This unbearable condition had to end before it really started, so I started to watch out for lonly female gerbils.
I was lucky. There was a rescued young girl sitting not too far away, so I took the black beauty home and named her Pfötchen (=little paw) because of her bright white marks on her forepaws.
Some days later I started the split-cage introduction, but it didn't take them long to recognise their soulmate on the other side of the mash, so I took them out and let them run around on my lap together. After half an hour they were cuddling. Read more »