I am your ferret, and I have a little something
I'd like to whisper in your ear.
I know that you humans lead busy lives.
Some have to work, some have children
to raise. It always seems like you are running
here and there, often much too fast,
often never noticing.
The truly grand things in life.
Look down at me now,
while you sit there at your computer.
See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours?
They are slightly cloudy now.
That comes with age.
The gray hairs are beginning to appear.
You smile at me; I see love in your eyes.
What do you see in mine?
Do you see a spirit?
A soul inside, who loves you
as no other could in the world?
A spirit that would forgive all trespasses
of prior wrong doing for just
a simple moment of your time?
That is all I ask.
To slow down,
if even for a few minutes to be with me.
So many times you have been saddened
by the words you read on that screen,
of others of my kind, passing.
Sometimes we die young
and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly
it wrenches your heart out of your throat.
Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes
that you may not even seem to know until the
very end, when we look at you with grizzled
muzzles and cataract clouded eyes.
Still the love is always there,
even when we must take that long sleep,
to run free in a distant land.
I may not be here tomorrow;
I may not be here next week.
Someday you will shed the water from your
eyes, that humans have when deep grief
fills their souls, and you will be angry
at yourself that you did not have just
"One more day" with me.
Because I love you so,
your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me.
We have NOW, together.
So come, sit down here next to me on the floor,
and look deep into my eyes.
What do you see?
If you look hard and deep enough
we will talk, you and I, heart to heart.
Come to me not as "alpha" or as "trainer"
or even "Mom or Dad,"
come to me as a living soul
and stroke my fur and let us look deep
into one another's eyes, and talk.
I may tell you something about the fun
of running through tunnels,
or I may tell you something profound about
myself, or even life in general.
You decided to have me in your life because
you wanted a soul to share such things with.
Someone very different from you,
and here I am.
I am a ferret, but I am alive.
I feel emotion, I feel physical senses,
and I can revel in the differences
of our spirits and souls.
I do not think of you as a "Ferret on two feet" --
I know what you are.
You are human, in all your quirkiness,
and I love you still.
Now, come sit with me, on the floor.
Enter my world, and let time slow down
if only for 15 minutes.
Look deep into my eyes, and whisper to my ears.
Speak with your heart, with your joy
and I will know your true self.
We may not have tomorrow,
and life is oh so very short.
-- Love,
(on behalf of ferrets everywhere)
Author Unknown
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