My Poor Darling Babe

There is nothing more comforting in the world when you are sad then an animal. Last night while giving my love to my dear Grandpa through my Grandma, who is so strong in this time of hardship, my little Baby Sox roused from his slumber and came over to me. At first he was crawling on my lap and just letting me know he was there. Then suddenly he started to bite on my arms and hands as if to say "Don't be silly, buck up." And I must admit he helped me keep my voice from quivering and helped me be strong for my Grandma. Only once did I hear her voice shake.

Once off the phone I couldn't hold back any longer and fell into a long hard cry, which I must have truly needed because I couldn't hold it back. Quickly I realized that my little babe was no longer bitting on me. He had run off and crawled into Mike's PJ pants and all I could see was his little nose and his eyes, just staring at me from inside the leg. My weeping had been so much that I had scared him. Of course the only time he would have seen me like that was when I thought I was loosing him, and he I'm sure does not remember it. I lay down next to him and started to console him, which in turn calmed me down. Eventually he crawled out slowly and sniffed at my tears. Ferrets don't cry, I'm sure it was a very new experience for him.

It ended with him bitting my hand again, telling me to quit being so sad. Although I was exhausted afterwards, I felt a release that only comes after really letting it all out.

And Baby Sox, thank you. Thank you, thank you. Sometimes you really know how to show me that you do care.