Last OVFF a Ca fan named Shannon took a shine to him and carried him all over
the con and nicknamed him Ferretzilla and a created a little song about him
which we never wrote down or recorded.
We have other ferrets who will still be going to cons, but he was the best
with people. I'm hoping Huski or Mace can take on his role as people loving
ferrets wllling to be cuddled and handed around without nippiness.
KG
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> A short note, my convention ferret Loki died last weekend. He was a regular
> at the cons that allowed pets.
>
> Last OVFF a Ca fan named Shannon took a shine to him and carried him all over
That's probably Seannon McGuire.
> the con and nicknamed him Ferretzilla and a created a little song about him
> which we never wrote down or recorded.
She may still remember bits of it.
My heart goes out to you. We still fondly remember our dog Fuzzy
(a Shelty-Cocker Scandal cross) who helped us host filksings.
--Lee
So did my ferret Sophie. Moe is still too hyper to take with me most
places, but Sophie got to travel and meet a lot of people who loved her...
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> KG>A short note, my convention ferret Loki died last weekend.
> So did my ferret Sophie. Moe is still too hyper to take with me most
> places, but Sophie got to travel and meet a lot of people who loved her...
It's cool how pets can become part of your filk world, isn't it? Our cat,
Arnie, died last summer of diabetes, but not before Beckett Gladney took a
shine to him and painted him into the cover design of Urban Tapestry's "Myths
and Urban Legends". It's still fun to see him immortalized like that.
Allison
Our worlds generally. Not surprising; we see them as echoes of us, and
probably vice versa.
I still haven't quite gotten up the whatever-it-takes to go out and
interview cats -- and I lost Qetzel back in '92. She still gets junk
mail from time to time, though.
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>A short note, my convention ferret Loki died last weekend. He was a regular
>at the cons that allowed pets.
>
I'm sorry to hear about the death of your pet Loki the ferret. Many
condolences on your loss.
Karen Rodgers
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You have my sympaties on your loss. And Hey, Loki's going to cons with Isaac
Asimov, Robert Heinlein, Jules Verne, and wearing a DaVinci Nametag. ;-)
Bonnie B. o/'
"There is no Night without its Star, No Day without its Shadow"- Stephen A.
Cornine
> durn...@my-dejanews.com wrote:
> > It's cool how pets can become part of your filk world, isn't it?
>
> Our worlds generally. Not surprising; we see them as echoes of us, and
> probably vice versa.
>
> I still haven't quite gotten up the whatever-it-takes to go out and
> interview cats -- and I lost Qetzel back in '92. She still gets junk
> mail from time to time, though.
NOBODY IN THE NIGHT
by Lee Gold
to the tune of "Monsters in the Night"
When I put down my book and switch off the bedside light,
There isn't a dark furry shape beside me in the night.
The only thing at the foot of the bed is a blanket in a heap.
It's because I know nobody's there I cry myself to sleep.
CHORUS: But there used to be a puppy who was underfoot all day.
Wherever I was going, he was going the same way.
If I didn't feel like playing, then he'd go to sleep
instead.
But now I can only see him make-believe inside my head.
When I awake each morning to my husband's quiet snore,
Nobody scampers off to lead me to the kitchen door.
Nobody barks to tell me when the mail has come at last.
Nobody licks my legs dry when I get out of the bath.
CHORUS
There's no need to put the bagels somewhere safely under guard
'Cause nobody will grab one and run out into the yard.
I've put the water bowl away and the collar and the leash
And the flea soap and the flea spray; there's nobody that's got fleas.
CHORUS
There were some soft hairs -- black and white -- on couch and rug and bed,
But now they all have vanished, 'cause the vacuum isn't dead.
The vacuum had no cancer, so I didn't have to say:
Don't let it wake up; kill it -- it'll have no pain that way.
And now there is nobody who is underfoot all day.
Unseen, unheard -- he haunts me and I cannot get away.
I try to keep quite busy and I try hard not to cry,
Because there is nobody now to lick my teardrops dry.
But there used to be a puppy who was underfoot all day.
Wherever I was going, he was going the same way.
But he got there ahead of me.... Now I can only pray
That when I die, he'll scamper out to lead me on the way.
Requiescat in Pace
Fuzzy
Sheltie Spaniel
March 21, 1979 - April 21, 1992
> NOBODY IN THE NIGHT
> by Lee Gold
> to the tune of "Monsters in the Night"
>
> When I put down my book and switch off the bedside light,
> There isn't a dark furry shape beside me in the night.
> The only thing at the foot of the bed is a blanket in a heap.
> It's because I know nobody's there I cry myself to sleep.
Lee, that's beautiful. Thank you.
It's been four years since we lost our dog to cancer, and I still
dream of her regularly. Just last night, in fact.
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Joel Polowin | If you can't be good, be discreet.
jpolow...@cyberus.ca | If you can't be discrete, be continuous.
but delete "XYZZY" from address -- a little magic to beat the
spambots...
Nice. Thanks.
>>
>
>NOBODY IN THE NIGHT
>by Lee Gold
>to the tune of "Monsters in the Night"
>
>
Lee - beautiful (which may be a strange way to describe it...)
Evokes (some painful) memories of Sam, the only cat I ever had that literally
reached out and told me his name and said I'd be taking him home...
It's been almost five years, and the rest of the family misses him as much as
I still do.
Your song speaks volumes.
Take care; faith manages!
Wes Struebing
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<snip the lyric.
damn. Now I'm going to have puffy eyes all day at work, after crying over your
dead dog.
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There are small sharp eyes on the Bifrost Bridge,
There's a back that can arch like a bow,
There are small quick paws that obey no laws
And a nose poked where'er it can go.
It climbs up Heimdall's shoulder,
And it tests out the make of his horn,
And the small sharp eyes that can never cry
See where housefolk on Midgard mourn.
There are small sharp teeth in the apple trees.
Idun yells, then just throws up her hands.
The Valkyrior run out from the door
Of Valhalla, then laugh where they stand.
Bragi brings him in, and sings to him
And the small head takes its rest --
But he'll stray next day, to pass time away
Till it's time for the ones he loves best.
Maureen