I Have Stories To Tell! Episode the 21st

Boy howdy and howdy to the girl with the black dress on because Bubbles has moved on to a greener pasture and welcome to the skewered literary world of G.B. Miller, where he has decided to take a slight detour and become a little maudlin for today's post.

This is my daughter's pet ferret Bubbles, and unfortunately on the evening of April 18th, she passed away. We think it was due to old age, as ferrets do not have a long life expectancy, with the average being somewhere 5 and 6 years. We thought she was on her last legs at least two to three weeks prior, but received a reprieve from the man upstairs, so she continued to grace us with her presence.

Sadly, on that Thursday, the end came quick. She wasn't looking too good in the morning when I came down that morning to feed her, but between the time that I left for work (7:30) and returned home at 5:30p, she went downhill exceptionally fast, and moved on to a better life sometime around 8:30p.

So now, we have one less furry friend to keep us company during are day-to-day activities. I now feel a twinge of sadness whenever I go downstairs to my den and walk by the converted fish tank and not see her there. I'm sure that in her new home, she's having a blast stylin' and profilin' and having just a good old time enjoying the brighter side of the afterlife.

Bubbles, you were loved and you'll be missed.

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