Hello everyone!
I have visited this sight often for many years now. I am the mother of an Eastern Grey who just had his 7th birthday back on July 21st. I must say the information from all of you helped me to raise this sweet fellow, and I thank you so much for your knowledge and the care you share here. I will give you a brief history of how my story came to be.
My son called for me loudly one afternoon...
"Mommy, mommy!!! Come help me, I found something and it needs your help! Please, please mommy, you just have to save him."
I found him staring down at something that looked barely alive covered in sand and attracting ants. The right side of his head was dark purple and bruised... It was horrible. I had no idea what it was. A rat? A squirrel? or perhaps a opossum that was dropped from it's mother's back during the night? It still had an umbilical cord attached! But I couldn't leave it. So I scooped it up, cleaned it and ran to the store for pedialyte while my son dug out the heater he had for a lizard once. We tried laying it back outside for it's mom to find....day after day we did this while we watched from behind the door to make sure he was safe away from us. We finally decided it was time to call someone who could take over. I talked to a rehabilitator ...well her husband. I could never seem to call at a time that was convenient to catching her around the house and she was always at work both day and night. So...I decided to take on the chore myself. I stayed home all summer so that I was at this little creature's side with never a 2 hour span gone between us. I awoke through the night every 2 hours just like I did for my son for feedings, cleanings and care...you do what you have to do. I had committed myself now and his life depended on me. (you can imagine how happy I was once it was finally visible that it was a squirrel infant and not a rat pinkie perhaps from the garage...I had doubts for a while! Although I have no issues with rats, I'll just say I was very relieved.)
(This is Nemo after a few weeks of finding him...)
Anyways (sigh), I did the one thing I know you are not supposed to do. I fell in love. I tried so hard not to....I really did. So I forewarn anyone who goes through this: if you can't give it back to nature...hand him over to someone who can. I never wanted to cheat him of his life. I have tried hard to make sure that he has had an interesting, loving and cared for life....and he does. I have never loved an animal as much as I adore him. He is my lovebug.
What else can I say? I would never trade what I have learned and I have at least helped to convert many a local gardener from thinking of squirrels as nothing more than simply a pest. They deserve all the love we have to give.
growing...
and growing...
...and growing! (This was his baby cage from years ago.)
71/2 years old sleeping on the sofa.
He is sociable, lovable and wonderful! Always has been. I pray he stays with me for as long as he can.