Yesterday, Paulie’s heart, which always made room for one more person to love, grew too big for his body, and he had to leave us to find a place with more space for all the love he has to give.
I had a dream about ferrets before we met, went to a pet store and there he was, playing defend the fortress in an Octopus in a large pen full of “sibs”. I could not shake him from my mind, and went back for him the next day. We had a lot of adventures together-every major move after I taught middle school, he accompanied me. We were heart mates.
He was 6 and a half, and fought the past two months with Adrenal, Insulinoma, and in the end heart disease snuck in. He chose me well, as I promised him, he got me through my toughest times, so I would get him through his.
Dook in peace, little fuzzie.
I’ll be taking time to grieve.