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Excellent post on pet loss, Bob.  My entire life has been blessed with
the company of four legged ones of one kind or another and the loss of
any of them has always been very difficult for me.  Ferrets have only
been in my life for the past 12 years and I must admit that the grief I
feel over their loss equals and sometimes even surpasses the grief I feel
over a human loss, and I have felt great guilt over that.  What is it
about these fuzz balls that makes you voluntarily hand over your entire
heart knowing that when they're gone, they WILL take a piece of it?  I
swear, there is no greater thief than a ferret!
 
I have always buried my pets in my backyard and never even considered
cremation until my ferret family of 7 came along.  It was strange how
this family was created; I only had one and suddenly every time I
answered the phone, it was about a ferret needing a home for one reason
or another.  And then there were 7 and the ferret phone calls stopped
and they were a family of 7.  As Cleo, my little lymphoma, Ever-Ready
battery, started to fail (2 years ago), I began thinking that this
special little family should be together forever and I decided I would
have them cremated and keep them together.
 
I must say I was mentally prepared for Cleo to be the first to go; I was
not at all prepared for it to be Rusty.  I had my Russ cremated and
searched and searched until I found the perfect container to hold his
precious ashes.  It is an Indian pottery vase with a pattern very like
the pattern of a bedspread Rusty was laying on in my favorite picture of
him.  I then added dried flowers, rusty colored, and the vase sits on my
dresser.  At first, the sight of the vase was not very comforting, but
as the grief process has progressed, I can now look at the rusty colored
flowers and remember that rusty little face looking up at me, always
begging for one more Cherrio, raisen, or sip of my tea.  He was such a
little begger!!
 
As each of them pass, I will try to find flowers that remind me
especially of that little heart thief.  I find it strange that I did
this as I am not one who finds comfort by visiting graves of loved ones.
For some reason, I just need them to be together, my special little
ferret family.
 
Posted anonymously to protect the innocent in CA
[Posted in FML issue 4049]

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