Today is a sad day for me. I had another blog planned, but then I got a phone call from my daughter back in the states who is taking care of our house for us. She also is watching over my critters. And she called with the sad news my sweet ferrert, Crikey had died.
Now Crikey, was getting along in years. He was over six, which for a cut (castrated) ferret is about 66 (or thereabout) in human years and he'd been diagnosed with insulinoma. But most ferrets can live several more years with proper care. And he'd been doing fine, so to have him suddenly die wasn't just a shock, but a painful surprise.
He was such a great friend. He loved to snuggle and dook (which is fert speak for jumping around and giggling). He was the perfect sock thief and loved to slip into someone's purse and snatch their keys. He loved his hard rubber hot dog (no snickering) and his favorite place to sleep was in the little hammock at the top of the cage. Preferably, on top of his brother or sister. And his most endearing habit earned him his name--Crikey.
When he got tired, he'd just drop flat on the floor, his back feet stuck out behind him and his front feet laying along his sides. And he'd go to sleep. Just like that. To some he looked like a speed bump, but to me he looked like a crocodile lying on the side of the river. And that would make me think of the crocodile hunter, Steve Irwin, which would make me think of his famous comment...that's right...
Yes. I know my thinking is oft times convoluted. But I'll miss the little guy so much. Leaving my pets behind to move to Macau was really difficult, but it was even harder knowing he died and I wasn't there to be with him. I thank God for my daughter. At least he was with someone who loved him when he crossed over the rainbow bridge.
As some of you may remember, Crikey is featured in my very sexy romantic tale, Hot Tubs and Hot Hunks. He is Mandy's pet and helps get her and Sawyer back together when things go horribly wrong. I added him in as comic relief and found he took over parts of the story.
Just like he took over my heart.
So, rest in peace sweet Crikey. I know my other babies, Ginger and Grayboy, Koko and Yumyum, Rafferty and Danny will be there to greet you and show you the ropes. I love you so much and will miss you nibbling my toes as I try to write the next great novel.
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 of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had 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 bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more 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....
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