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April 17, 2000 - August 19, 2005

A year and a half after Nemo's death, Elsa finally got to be where she wanted - with Nemo. She had been incredibly sad without him as he was her best friend. There were times they were so snuggly intertwined that if it weren't for their color differences, we wouldn't have known where one chinchilla ended and the other began. They were always together. Some time in the wee hours of Friday, August 19, Elsa subcombed to her sadness and died. She was buried next to Nemo, Ogden, Zoe, and Muji.
Vital Stats
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Name: Elsa
Birthday: April 17, 2000
Adopted: June 3, 2000 (7 weeks old)
Age: 5 years old
Coloring: Mosaic (white with swirls of grey)
Likes: Granola, dates, dried cranberries, falling from high places, running around, biting the vacuum cleaner
Dislikes: Scary noises
Talents: Bungee jumping without the bungee
Motto: Life is only fun when you're airborne.
Pictures: Go to Elsa's Chinchilla Cay
History: Elsa was "rescued" from a Minnesota fur farm. She was one of almost 6,000 chinchillas. As for Elsa's name, wanted something that actually meant something and started to look for names that meant "rescued" or "freed" or "saved." In Aurthurian legend, Elsa was saved by Percival, who was a knight in search of the Holy Grail. I haven't actually come across the story of when Percival actually saves Elsa but I have a feeling that she had escaped from her house only to be cornered by a fire-breathing (or at least stinky breath)... cat.

Elsa spent the first few weeks with us escaping from her cage. She wriggled her little body out of an opening that was one inch by half an inch. She was eventually placed in a glass aquarium with the lid weighted with books. She didnšt escape from there. When Elsa grew too big for the aquarium, she moved in with her new roommate Nemo. That was three years ago. Even though she's too big to wedge through the bars, she still tries feverishly every so often by jamming her noise repeatedly through the bars. When she does get to run around the "animal room," Elsa loves to climb to the top of her cage (on the outside), hang on the side for a second or two, and then let go. She's our own little daredevil.

When we adopted Elsa, she was not even 7 weeks old. Her mosaic fur was pretty much half white and half grey. Even her tail is half white, half grey. As she has aged, the grey has faded and she is almost fully white. If you look closely, you will see the very subtle difference between the two colors. One would think that as she got older, the grey would be more pronounced....