15 January 2004
the latest
I've been slowly adding things to the Depression Place web site. I figured out how to do affiliate links, so I did a bunch of those to products I think can be helpful to people who are living with depression or dysthymic disorder.
I've been feeling low. The ferret I wrote about on Dec 18 died. Koosh was a big, handsome ferret; an angora with a fabulous coat. He loved to play -- with other ferrets, with people, with anything that moved. He also loved human attention. He had a real affection for us -- and we for him. I miss him. It's been years since we've had only two ferrets in the house. Now the older one, Trixie, is back at the vet's. Her remaining kidney is beginning to fail and it looks like she will require constant care for the rest of her life.
It's hard to lose a pet. Pets don't judge. They don't care what you smell like (well, actually, the ferrets have all loved the smell of my feet!). They're innocents. I've lost nine ferrets since we first brought ferrets into our home in 1992. Each one is a unique joy, a unique hearbreak. The other night I dreamed that my "best boy" Balthazar hopped up on the foot of the bed. Then he came up and laid down on my chest. He was there to comfort me. The dream reminded me of how big the holes are that these little creatures leave. It reminded me of why I love to have them in my life even though losing them is hard.
--Mary
I've been feeling low. The ferret I wrote about on Dec 18 died. Koosh was a big, handsome ferret; an angora with a fabulous coat. He loved to play -- with other ferrets, with people, with anything that moved. He also loved human attention. He had a real affection for us -- and we for him. I miss him. It's been years since we've had only two ferrets in the house. Now the older one, Trixie, is back at the vet's. Her remaining kidney is beginning to fail and it looks like she will require constant care for the rest of her life.
It's hard to lose a pet. Pets don't judge. They don't care what you smell like (well, actually, the ferrets have all loved the smell of my feet!). They're innocents. I've lost nine ferrets since we first brought ferrets into our home in 1992. Each one is a unique joy, a unique hearbreak. The other night I dreamed that my "best boy" Balthazar hopped up on the foot of the bed. Then he came up and laid down on my chest. He was there to comfort me. The dream reminded me of how big the holes are that these little creatures leave. It reminded me of why I love to have them in my life even though losing them is hard.
--Mary
