Clover was a beige chinchilla, a very pretty color that you can't find in a pet store. When she was just two-months-old, I got her from my friend Marie who breeds some very pretty chillas! (I'll put her website address up here just as soon as I get it from her.) Clover was, unfortunately, not with me long enough to earn a middle name, because she's the baby that I only had for a week. Before a trip to Birmingham in the very hot summer of 2004, Clover and I got locked out of the car for about an hour (while William was locked in it—with the car running and the air conditioning on). It was a particularly hot day, and later that night Clover suffered a heat stroke. The following morning, as we were getting ready to go to the vet, she died while I was holding her. Fortunately, her story has a semi-happy ending, but you'll have to go read about Guster in order to find that one out.