Lucy Poem by B. V. Dahlen

I was quite unprepared
When she entered my life,
And her leaving has left such a void,
But she soon won me over
With her sweet loving ways,
And her antics I always enjoyed.

Ferrets were creatures
I knew nothing about,
And I wasn't quite sure I should start,
But she nuzzled my cheek
And then nibbled my toes,
And wiggled right into my heart.

A mask and some whiskers
Who waddled around,
She'd investigate all she could see.
She was jealous of girlfriends,
and bit all their toes,
But was always so gentle with me.

And when she was pregnant
She snuggled still more
Though without all her hair she looked sad.
A great little mother,
Who cared for her brood.
She gave to them all that she had.

This idget stole Fritos
And carried them off
To a hiding place under a chair.
She'd build quite a hoard
Which she'd savor alone
When sure that no one else was there.

She'd groom me and kiss me
And give back such love
That I soon had no room for a doubt
If all ferrets were like my Lucy, I knew
I'd enjoy having several about.

I'd chuckle while watching
her antics and play
Whenever she got out to run,
And Romeo'd be there beside her,
Muttering, but ready for fun.

I loved to call to her
When I came up the stairs.
On turning the corner I'd see
A little masked muzzle
Would peep from her bed,
And watch as she waited for me.

When I'd get to the cage
She'd be there at the door,
Just ready for a snuggle or run.
She always seemed happy to see me
And that made our visits such fun.

I felt so darn helpless when she got sick.
I hated to see her in pain.
She was always so patient
As we tried to help her.
She'd rest and then fight on again.

Until at the last,
When her strength was all gone,
She was no longer able to fight.
It was then time to give up
To end all the pain,
And say sadly, Sweet Lucy, Goodnight.

She lies there near Pye,
She will have no more pain,
And I pray that there's some place above,
Where a cute little masked face
Can run in sweet grass,
And know those left behind
send our love.