Sometimes hoomins remember the wrong things when a little ferret souls leaves them. Too many times they remember their ravaged bodies ... their last breaths. They tend to stay at that moment in time, and sadly whenever they think of their last memory of that loved one they see that image. I wish everyone would hold onto the past memories of the good times just as much. And most importantly the image of their weangel TODAY. Today, a big cinnamon boy named Momo crossed the bridge. And today he was whole. His halo sparkled and his wings gorgeous and white. His coat was immaculate and his eyes had great life to them. He lumbered on over to me and I could not help but give him a squeeze because he was so big and cuddly. I introduced myself and I began to show him what Rainbow Bridge was all about. Springs are sweet, Summers long, Fall full of color, and Winters ladden with snow. Today the petals blow in the warm breeze, and we walked through endless things that ferrets dream of such as dirt mountain, laundry mountain, sofa world, ferretone fountain, the giant soup bowl place, endless treat bars, shoots and ladders, tube races, baseball games, and so much more. We sat under a tree and I made sure that Moma the Beast was comforted by the fact that his mommy and daddy would soon join him and that The Boss was here to hold him until that day. I walked him over to the reflecting pond where he can look in on them at any time ... and showed him how to put his ear to the clouds to hear them any time he wishes. Momo the Beast is big. But he is no beast. He's a big cuddly teddy bear. And he is huge, because he needed a huge body just carry that enormous heart of his. Sandee [Posted in FML issue 4850]