A Farewell to Cinnamon

Mom told me that I have an appointment tomorrow morning and that soon I will be seeing Big Guy, again.  Some of you may remember Big Guy as Sirius Black--the stinky brother that mom got from the breeder.  Over the years that have passed, Big Guy became my soul mate, my dedicated cage mate and the love of my life.  In the months since he has been gone, I have searched his sleep spots; I wander from place to place hoping to find him and curl up next to him, even just one last time.  I have been so lost without him.

 

I think maybe we held each other up.  He was my reason to keep going, my motivation.  Since he has left me and as my pain increases, it has been more and more of a struggle.  I can't get comfortable, I can't even curl up anymore--mom give me a liquid that helps me sleep, but it still hurts.  She says that tomorrow, she and the nice man with soft feet will take me to the treat lady and that soon I will be resting with Big Guy, again.  I honestly can't think of anything that I want more.

 

Mom has given me a good life and loved me more than I thought any human ever would.  She often told me that she was surprised by the bond that we developed, too.  She said that no matter how many times I bit her feet, my sweet kisses always made up for it.  And I have to admit, there were few things that I loved more that my snuggle moments with her.  She knew those sweet spots to rub and was the only human that knew how to make me get chills to the point that all of my fur would stand on end.  I never knew that there were homes or humans like I have had over the past seven years of my life and I am grateful to have had my own forever home.

 

I have passed the information for this blog on to the last of my cage mates, Roo.  I don't think that I have introduced him to you yet, even though he joined us four years ago.  I don't know that he will continue writing, either--he is certainly not as smart as I am and he has the attention span of a goldfish (which is known for having the shortest attention span of ANY animal, at three seconds--clearly, whoever did this study never met Roo--think weasel on crack).

 

I have loved, fought with and lost the other Mustelid Manor ferrets through the years--my body grows tired, as well.  I am ready.  Until we meet on the Rainbow Bridge, know that I am happy to be back with my Big Guy and it has been a good, long life. 

 

~Cinnamon Weasel AKA Mommy's Cinnamon Girl~