Ziggy is showing his age more than his sisters, and I know his time is short. every day i wonder if he'll still be alive when we get home from work. As soon as he hears my footsteps he comes out of his fleece nest, and climbs the cage bars. He gives me a look that screams "Pleeaase?" I open the cage door and he climbs out to me. Normally he lays quietly on the couch, but then he'll touch my arm or climb onto my lap. He never used to be one of my heart rats, but now it's like we just- there aren't words for it. Ziggy, I want you to know before you're gone, I love you and I always will, and I'm so grateful you love me.