a little depressing...mostly for me.

I’ve really been missing my ferret lately….Miss Ferret (I let a three year-old name her) was an extraordinary friend…there to tick me off, keeping me in check…missing me while I’m out on an adventure, keeping me grounded…comforting me when I was gloomy, knowing that regardless of the pain I was still loved and needed…

I had a dream the other night about her…it felt so real, but that non-reality really put me in a melancholy mood after waking. I was holding her...she reached up and sniffed my nose, turned around and wanted to be set down on the ground…she’d itch herself and came running back over to me, wanting to be picked up again, where she would lay in my arms, until she wanted to get back down again…until she wanted to be picked back up again…and then wanted to be put back down. Half the realism came from her up and down movement… it was so typical of her…she never knew what she wanted. Ha…funny …just like her mother. But I could feel her nails scraping against my skin…her soft white fur laying across my arms…her pink little nose touching my, what seems next to hers, gigantic nose.

After telling my friend this dream she said to me, “I honestly think she was visiting you to say hello and see if you were OK. Really. She's your spirit animal in the conscience world. How blessed you are to have that visit and have such an open heart for that connection. My heart goes out to you...hopefully Miss Ferret will visit again.”

After hearing that, suddenly I wasn’t so glum…my mood actually became slightly optimistic. Oh my little stinker…I love her and her little visits, hopefully it comes again…and soon.