March 16, 2002

Goodnight, my dearest little friend
and prettiest of ferrets. Forgive me
for the way it went. I did not know.
Tight to my chest I held you til the end
then hunched, that your soul and mine might meet
in my heart, on your way to Heaven. Now go.
Bite God on the nose, that this hurt in me might mend.

Sincerely,
The Giant who loved you, whose feet you warmed on cold winter nights


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