I wrote about my meditation this morning in my recovery journal. I usually share my thoughts in this blog. Not today.
Today I need to talk about a passion in my life: ferrets. I love ferrets. I’ve had them since 1999. I was blessed with nine wonderful little lives:
Merlynn, Jester, Zahn, Druid, Lady Tosca, Koda Bear, Talisein, Bobby, and Kaliyah.
I have seven waiting at Rainbow Bridge. I found out today that my little Kaliyah- my only ferret- has lymphoma. She will soon join her friends and siblings at Rainbow Bridge.
Ferrets have given so much laughter, joys, frustrations, and tears. They shine brightly and burn out too soon. Jester’s boundless energy and play- that little ferret never held still. She was always bouncing, hiding, stealing, stashing. Merlynn was a bit more dignified but was a wonderful thief. She knew how to use zippers and loved to steal my mom’s wallet out of her purse whenever she visited. Mom didn’t believe Merlynn could open zippers until she climbed up on a chair, unzipped mom’s purse, took her wallet and started to drag it under the couch. Mom stared at her, then started laughing. Koda loved his food. He learned several tricks. He also knew zippers. Each one of my ferrets have a funny memory connected to them. In most ways, the happiness balances out the sadness when they go to Rainbow Bridge.
Kaliyah is going to Rainow Bridge soon. I think I’m taking a break after Kaliyah goes to the Bridge. I love them but I just don’t want to open my home to another one. At least not for a while.
I’m certain some day in the future another ferret will find a home here. But, not for a while. My heart is too sore.