I had a friend named Butch. He is a friend you can’t go with out. When you wake up and give him his kiss, you know he loves you. No doubt I loved him so deary. I loved him right now. He died to night. I can’t bear. I don’t know how. He’s a ferret. He’s a friend from the start.
He wakes up and shakes but I warm him by my heart so I wish he be safe where ever god might put him and where he might end up in a world so pure to him. May his eyes shine bright again. He is owed all that. Freedom will ring in his fuzzy little ears know now. The safe way is now clear and
there’s no need for all his fears.
He used to play with socks. Oh how I miss that day the time he nibbled on my girlfriend’s foot all out of love and play. When he died he died alone. I was there, but not there to see him pass. I feel hurt that I let him die alone with all that pain. I have loved you when I saw you and I will never for get you, Butch so when some one reads this poem I wrote just for you they see what a special ferret you were and may they see you smile again
in heaven with that beautiful shining fur.
We love you, Butch.
Love,
Lora, Rob, Kasie, Courtney,
Scotty, Desi, Annmarie, Jake and
last but not least me your friend Joseph Forrest Frens
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