He would stare at me intently whilst drinking his bottle of milk formula, like I was the most precious and important thing in his world.
He hated being kissed between his ears, but loved to groom any bits of my exposed skin. His paws would grasp my wrist and he would gently take my hand with an urgent requirement that I be groomed thoroughly.
He always treated me with the respect due to a mum, but he often pretend boxed his pouch mate Arup.
He was always excited to see his mum first thing in the morning, launching himself towards me in order to give a welcoming groom.
He always did a little thank you greeting ‘chuff chuff’ when he saw me holding his bottle at meal times.
I have no words to describe how I felt many hours later when he sighed just before he died.
Ove, my life was so much brighter when you were in it. I’ve lost a small candle of light and countless small reasons to smile in a day.
Your pouch mate Arup is so sad and keeps calling for you wondering where you are.
Australia has lost yet another Red Kangaroo.
Vale dear Ove……………