Dear Diane, Hobbes delivered a very interesting scroll today. It was full of bite marks - many, many bite marks. So many that if I had one of those old fashioned music boxes that took those disc's that had holes punched in them to create a beautiful melody, I'm sure that scroll would have played the theme from "Jaws". Farrah was a biter, the scroll said it all. My first thought was finding my sister Mischa, another unreformed, die-hard biter that my mum loved simply because she was such a biter and a brat. She use to have to wear three pairs of dad's sock's just to go into our ferret room, and even with three pairs, she described removing Mischa from her ankle as "Peeling off fuzzy Velcro." I'm guessing by the condition of Farrah's scroll, she's fuzzy Velcro too! I decided that since I didn't see any other fuzzies listed as family on her scroll, that I would bring Mischa with me to greet Farrah, and I found her in her usual place - "The Tube & Tunnel Room" - It is, by and far, the biggest room filled with every make, and manner of tube, tunnel, and hose you could imagine, and it's her favourite place to hang and play. She was more then happy to come along with me, after all a newly arriving biter needs a sponsor right? The walk to the Bridge was very pleasant and gave Mischa and I a chance to catch up with one and another. She's a busy fuzzy-gal, and is always around to help those who arrive that have certain quirks and issues they need to overcome, or at the very least understand why they had them in the first place. March here was lush and green, and I could smell jasmine everywhere, and the closer we got to the Bridge, the sweeter the smell. When at last we came into the clearing. It acts as a waiting place for those of us who are Greeters. As we stood there, we could hear someone quietly talking to Farrah, telling her it was okay, that things were going to be just fine, and just how much she was loved and would be missed. I'm going to guess that was you. Nothing means more to us then knowing you are near when we are ready to move on, and that you had a big enough heart to allow Farrah to come to the Rainbow Bridge before things got really bad for her. Only unconditional love can do that. As I was listening to your last goodbye t Farrah, I could hear her say the same to you, and I could hear, and eventually see her blowing little, tiny kisses your way as she finally made it to our side of the Bridge. Mischa and I stood there and waited until she was ready to step off the Bridge and into the clearing, and then we hugged her, told her she was going to be in good hands, just like her mom had promised her. To this day Mischa and Farrah remain very close, and they spend many exciting hours exploring the Tube & Tunnel Room, and she has yet to nibble a single soul. When I asked her why, she told me she wanted to be able to remember the last person she bit, because that was the person she loved the most. In Love & In Comfort, Pie O' Pah [Posted in FML 7981]