Over the Rainbow Bridge

This page is dedicated to all the furchildren waiting for us at Rainbow Bridge.  Please feel free to share stories and pictures of the furchildren you have waiting. 

                     The Rainbow Bridge

 Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.  When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.   There are meadows and hills for all our special friends so they can run and play together.  There is plenty of food, water, and sunshine and all our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals that have been ill and old are restored to health and vigor.  Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.   The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance.  His (Her)  bright eyes are intent. His (Her) eager body  quivers.  Suddenly he (she)  begin to run from the group, flying over the grass, legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend meet, you cling together in joyful reunion, never to be parted again.  The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands caress the beloved head, and you look again into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. 

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together. 

(Author Unknown)

At The Rainbow Bridge 

Merlynn:   Princess Merlynn was the first ferret who came into my life.  She was an albino.  Merlynn was the matriarch of a very active business.  Merlynn loved to go outside on adventures.  She rode on my shoulder or in a hood of a sweatshirt.  Merlynn learned how to work zippers while on the interstate on the way to the vet.  Ziiipppp.  She freed herself from the confines of her carrier.  Due to Merlynn’s talents, I quickly discovered the usefulness of the hardsided carriers I still use today.  My favorite memory of Merlynn involves her enjoyment of stealing and stashing.  I was curious about the LDS (Mormon) Church and had a couple of young missionaries in my apartment to talk about the religion.  The ferrets (Merlynn, Jester, and Zahn) were out playing.   At the time, I was a graduate student in social work.  My school backpack was on the ground, next to my desk.  Ziiippp.  Merlynn gains access to the backpack.  I didn’t think much of it, as I knew there was nothing dangerous for her to have in the pack.  I changed my mind when Merlynn proudly trotted across the room carrying an item of female hygiene.  She disappeared under the couch where the two amused (but now nervous) missionaries were sitting.  Thank you Merlynn, they knew I was female.   Merlynn was a great little friend.  She went to Rainbow Bridge in December 2005. 

Zahn:  Little Zahn was a gentle soul.  She came to me from Ferret Haven Spokane on a Palm Sunday weekend.  She and Merlynn became immediate buddies.  Zahn had a sense of when someone was in pain or ill.  Generally, she was the typical ferret.  She would enjoy a brief cuddle and some petting, but then she wanted down to continue her important ferret activities.  When someone was hurt or ill, she’d cuddle, offering comfort.  I watched her bring kibble to both Merlynn and Jester when they were ill.  My mom has arthritis.  Mom carried Zahn through the house as Zahn gently groomed her hand.  One time, I fell asleep on the couch while the girls were playing.  I was sick with a sinus infection.  I woke up to Zahn standing on my chest, her nose to mine.  Between us was a small pile of kibble that she brought me.  Evidently, she thought I was hungry.   Zahn had one problem: her gas was potent.  It was quite… “pleasant”… to drive across country with her in the car.  “fffttt” as she used the litter box, and the smell wafts forward.  She also hated the carrier and spent several hours rattling the cage in her waking hours.  But, her loving personality made up for those small piccadellos.  My favorite memory of Zahn is her feeding me when I was sick.  Zahn went to Rainbow Bridge in August 2005. 

Jester:  Her name fit her personality.  Jester was the happiest animal I have ever encountered.  She clearly had a joy and zest for life.  Jester was found in a dumperster next to a 7-11.  When she first joined my family, she was rather shy and bit from fear.  As she learned about safety and love, she blossomed.  She became very affectionate and playful.  Jester lived to play and often dooked and danced through the house like a little maniac.  She literally bounced off walls, then rolled, and continued her game.  Jester was mischievous.  My favorite memory of her is her enthusiastic weasel war dance.  Jester loved life and lived fully.  She went to Rainbow Bridge August of 2008. 


Druid:  My little man, Druid, was a rescue from a filthy cage in a nasty pet store.  He was thin with dry fur.  As time passed, his fur became soft and glossy and he put on weight.  Druid must have been kept in a cage most of his life before me.  He did not know how to play.  My favorite memory of him was the first  time he war danced.  He was clumsy but eventually gained speed and confidence.  Druid was only with me for a year.  He went to Rainbow Bridge in July 2008 from lymphoma. 


Taliesin was named after the famous Bard of Wales and King Arthur fame.  When he was a kit (baby), he would “sing” anytime I put him down.  He was quite vocal.  He also had a small bright mark on his forehead.  So, his name became Taliesin.  Tally-man was my gentle boy.   He loved to cuddle and give kisses.  Don’t think him a wimp, though.  He held his own in ferret wrestling matches and loved to play “pounce” with his hooman.  Taliesin’s favorite treat was Ferrevite.  He was a very finicky boy.  He ate what he liked, thank you very much.  He joined my family in 2005.  Taliesin lost his battle with lymphoma on October 14, 2011. 


Koda Bear

Koda Bear was an adorable little kit who stole my heart at a local pet store.  Generally, I try to avoid pet store purchases as the ferrets come from breeding farms.  The breeding ferrets are not well treated and the kits are spayed/ neutered and shipped to stores at around 8 weeks old. They should not even be weaned yet.  Koda Bear’s personality was that of a leader.  He was “in charge” of the other males in the group.  He deferred, however, to Lady Tosca the matriarch.  He enjoyed playing in the tubes and wrestling the other ferrets.  He went to the Bridge in 2013 from Insulinoma and adrenal.

Lady Tosca

She was a return to a pet store as a “bad biter.”  She was slated to be returned to the breeding farm.  Returns are killed by the farms.  An employee told me that she was in the back.  I brought her home for $15 rather than let her get killed.  She was a biter and broke my skin a few times.  I figured out that she was deaf.  A combination of gentle handling, some bite training, and adjusting to her disability stopped the biting.  She was a sassy little girl.  She weighed in at just 1.2 pounds but was clearly in charge of the group. (Taliesin, Jester, Koda, Druid, and Tosca were are in the same group at one point).   She and Koda Bear became a bonded pair.  Tosca loved her outdoor trips and bossing everyone else around.  She was a talented climber.  She loved to ambush other ferrets from above.  I lost Tosca to the Bridge 2 months after her beloved Koda left.  I think she died of a broken heart ultimately.  She was responding to her medications for insulinoma well until he passed, then she rapidly got worse.  Finally, the right choice was to help her to the Bridge.




It took a while before I was ready to write about Bobby.  He went to Rainbow Bridge on 02/13/2016.  He was a special little man: so brave, determined, and happy.  I adopted him from a ferret rescue.  He was found injured  in a vacant field.  His left shoulder was dislocated and his right leg broken.  He underwent two surgeries.  Then he spent close to a month with a foster doing ferret physical therapy.  You’d never know this little one was so seriously injured.  He was full of life, love, play, curiosity. He loved two toys.  Any of his crocheted eggies and his remote control car.  He stashed his eggies, dragging them from place to place.  He chased the car and “attacked” it when he caught it.  He broke one.  Interestingly, neither Kaliyah nor Brigid ever touched the eggies or car.  They still don’t.

He was one of those ferrets whose history and his life touched many people in the ferret community and in general.



3 responses to “Over the Rainbow Bridge

  1. Forgot to write cherished loved ones. I,ve never had ferrets. Adore them. Had a lot of kitties and I miss them everyday. After loosing the last of my childhood cats, we took in an 18 year old kitty forever kitty foster. She,s been a blessing and still adjusting to her new home.


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