He had beautiful markings and an inquisitive questioning gaze. His fur was soft velvet and his feet smelt like a mixture of bracken and fresh earth.
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.
He frightened me on Thursday morning when I had to rush him to the vet as I found he couldn’t jump out of his pouch. He broke my heart at 2pm that afternoon when I saw the fight go out of his eyes and he gave up.
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……………
Samantha "I'm a person who feels I live in paradise and truly love Australia after immigrating here in 2003. I work as a foreign exchange trader, live with my true soul mate, husband Albert. I have a passion for Aussie wildlife and became a registered wildlife carer in 2005 and can say I feel truly privileged to be able to raise and rehabilitate orphan wallaby/kangaroo joeys. I love these creatures with my heart and soul. My dream is to be able to help struggling volunteer wildlife carers, financially, so that they can do what they do best without worrying how to pay the next vet bill"