I lost Mikette today.  Much to my heartache, after a morning of holding
her tight, I had to help her pass.  I knew her time was approaching, but
I feel hollow.  She was my first ferret, my little fuzzlove.  I reminded
her today that her name means "my baby ferret" and that she will always
be.  But I told her she started something wonderful, and I will continue
to open my life to ferrets.  I walked by the couch and saw her (one of
many) beloved bell collar, and oven mitt.  There will be no jingling
today as when she moved slowly about adjusting her precious bell collar.
 
The bells are silent.  My heart is aching.
 
Baby will be missing her protector Mikette.  I only hope Jillie above is
rejoicing with her friend.  Slowly my threesome has been tearing from me
and rejoining on the other side.
 
I fall silent with mourning, but will rejoice and later post about all
that was her life.
 
She was a spirited little gal.  Her body failed her in the end, but never
her spirit.  She was my trooper.  Carry on my little one....
 
Risa
[Posted in FML issue 5206]