Rory Princess

Whatch out that little dark spot moving so fast up and down the rainbow bridge... she's miss Rory,
my sweetheart, gone really too soon from the love of our family. But she's got a mission, really an
important one: she's looking for a little baby, expected for next June, in order to explain him (or
her) how to play with the other ferrets, to keep him warm for this long winter to come, and also to
cuddle him up on a cloud and watch over his dreams. Only a huge heart as Rory's could attend such an
important duty: always welcoming new brothers and sisters, so happy to kiss us and sleep in our hug.
I still find in remote corners of the house your heart-warming smell, and all your furry brothers
and sisters still look for you all around: you know that the soft pawprints you've left in our lives
will never fade, but twinkle as a love pattern to follow...

Goodnight my little black-nose princess, rest under the roses till we meet again in the hollow of
God's hands.