my sweetest little one

[horse656]

my little Joe passed away sometime in the night.
i just hope he wasn't in any pain.

i was going to watch movies with him today to have some fun and bond with him while he was still here.

i love him, and i didn't tell him that last night before i went to bed. although i think he knows that. I'm going to miss him terribly, he was my baby and I'm wasn't ready to loss him yet, he was only 3 and half.

though when he was in my life he made it better, he taught me things i wouldn't have known without him.

[sherrylynne]

I am so sorry! I know how much you loved him. So did he! At least now he can play at the bridge while waiting for you, and he's got no pain, or illness there.

[Heather]

I'm so sorry that your little boy decided it was his time to move on with his adventures. I will light a candle to guide his little paws on to his greatest journey yet. Please, know that your little boy knew that you loved him. You never have to tell them, they just know. Don't mourn his passing, he wouldn't want you to cry, it's not their way. They live for now and would only want for you to smile when you remember his tricks and antics. Remember, a furchild never really leaves, you need only close your eyes, relax and remember. Do not be surprised when you feel a brush of a whisker on your ankle, or hear a gentle chuckle when you think you're alone because once you've shared your heart with a ferret, you are never really alone.
Run free little one, you are no longer tired or afraid and pain is a vague and distant memory. Once again you are whole and you play with the ones that have travelled before. Goodbye little one, goodbye sweet Joe....you will never be forgotten
ciao

[horse656]

i just keep thinking that maybe if i hadn't done something, this here, that there, that he might still be here. maybe i had just noticed earlier or took him to the vet sooner....

i love my babe. and I'm missing him.
i didn't want him to go. hes my babe and i need him.

[Heather]

Don't be beating yourself up. I know easily said. You will drive yourself crazy and it just hurts way too much. I've said goodbye to way too many of my little furbabies. I've cried for each one of them I've had some that I've known exactly what was wrong, but you know something it didn't hurt any less. That being said I've also had them to just go....Attila....I had been playing with him. We were having a great time, a good day of chase, mice catching, tummy tickles and dooking. I put him in the room, so that I could go to work. He even tried to make a break for it, I tickled him and put him back. I found him dead when I got home. Just inside the door where I left him, him looking up at me, wanting to play one more game. He has suffered a massive coronary. He had to have died right after I shut the door. We can drive ourselves crazy with the what if's but it's not going to change things and we're just going to feel miserable. They don't want us to mourn them. They want us to remember them Someday soon, you will look in the eyes of another little fert and see Joe...then you will have found the circle that all little ferrets know exists. If you're going to live and walk the path with ferrets, find yourself a ritual that is given to each of the little ones. I've made a shade garden. Each furchild has a place and a plant that is theirs. Each furchild has a marker but these are physical things that I use to help me work through my own grief. It helps though, to walk through their garden and to remember them.
ciao

[horse656]

my brother had wrote this for Joe, and i think it goes really well for him.

He was the monster
In the land of ankle biters
Hoping his way across the land
Terrorizing toes from far and wide
He ruled over the floor of feet
With nibbling bites and scratchy claws
He was the fiercest ferret ruler to ever have lived
Holding every stuffed animal in sight a hostage
Dragging them in the silent darkness
In cramped spaces no stuffed animal should be placed
But this was his way, and he ruled with uncut claws
Challenging the untamed craziness
T’was second nature to him
Unwilling to give up his turf without a fight
He jumped and bounced around confusing the craziness
Just before he would sneakily launch himself
Head first into battle
Fighting for the right of the fuzzy creatures in his dungeons
It was how he handled his battles
He believed to fight for yourself and you will always be victorious.
He never back down and never lost. Always chasing down his combatant
And claiming his throne over the fuzziest of creatures
Feet were no match for the monster
Chasing off even the biggest of threats
He was the monster. The ruler of the floor, and the lord of the fuzzy creatures.
The greatest descendant of the vonvocal family. The silent nay sayer.
But He now leaves us as he’s frolicking to freedom
To a greater place, up in the sky

[sherrylynne]

It sounds like your brother really did know Joe well. Print it, and either frame it, or keep it in a scrapbook with Joe's picture.