I cannot help but think today, about my ferrets Bob and Dodi, which my boyfriend and I had to give away this year. We had to part ways with our little ones, for work got scarce and it was hard to pay the bills, newly living on our own. With rent and food to buy, and steady work being hard to find, we felt heartsick seeing their hungry, sweet, little faces. I remember the way they would steal our slippers and hide our oven mitt. Such random pieces of everyday life, they found such joy in stealing. Hence, the name ferret, Latin for "little thief", and being that they had the whole studio apt. to run free, they found plenty of spaces to hideout. I recall the times when we filled the tub with snow from a Minnesota blizzard, and let them bury and dig. Trying to walk them on leashes at Midnight, knowing they were illegal to have in the apt. so no one could know. The way they would steal fallen cheerios from our breakfast bowls, then run to a safe zone under the bed to enjoy the tasty morsel. I know they will have a better home than what we could have given them at the time. Sometimes you have to be grown, and realize a sad situation. I want people to respond with any stories they may have, of their pets whom may have seen the same fate as my two lovable thieves, as sir Bob, and Dodi. I love you, and miss you always...
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