I didnt see much of little wendy...i remember when she died my sister was crying on the stairs and i was trying to comfort her. Not too long after Wendys death her brother, Junior, ran away and never came back, but i will never forget you. A poem to all the pets that have faced death, Don't stand at my grave and weep because i am not there i am not dead, as the sun dies and the moon awakes and shines on the lakes do not stand at my grave and weep, i am not there, i am not dead. x from grace x