In Dedication To My Little Girl, Yoyo.

This seems so silly, but writing is what I do to cope. I write. About everything.
If I get into a fight with a friend or a family member, or even just simply a peer at school, I write about it, and the pain seems to go down.
If I get mixed feelings, I write and it helps sort them out.
If I meet someone and I begin to like them, I write..It helps me express myself.
If I win an award, I write.
If I do bad or good in school, I write.
If I just feel like writing, I write.
It helps relieve pain a bit better than any person in this world listening to what I have to say would.

Yoyo. A ferret. A pet. A "rodent," which is incorrect, to millions of people. A sister to my other two ferrets. A pet to my parents. A hassle to care for to my brothers. My baby.
She's gone.
Forever.
It has been almost three years since I've had her and her siblings.
When I saw her, I claimed her.
I knew she would be my baby.
I care for the others equally, but she and I have always shared a bond stronger than my relationship with the other two.
It may sound silly to think of having relationships with a ferret, but she is one of the family.
I was not the only one upset or crying or torn apart. We all were.
I was more than that though.
I was pissed off.
Pissed off that my parents did not let me say good bye before she died.
She died while getting blood drawn because she was too weak.
They didn't let me tag along to take MY ferret to the vet because I would break down and embarrass myself.
I hope they're happy.
She died without mommy at her side.

Almost three years of beautiful memories.
Going to play with her, and seeing her hop around like a bunny and listening to her little sounds of joy.
Taking her into the yard and watching her dig in many different spots just to feel the dirt in her claws.
Taking her for a walk with her expensive collar and leash around the block.
Bathing her, with her claws cutting into my skin trying to escape the water.
Every memory replays in my head; From the first days of having her, to the last days of feeding her every two hours, trying to keep her alive.
Falling asleep these last few days on the couch with her.

I knew it would happen.
I had a feeling deep down.
And I knew today was the day.
I hoped and prayed that she would make it, and become healthy, but deep down I knew it was time.
Time for her to return home...

I held her corpse in my arms for 42 minutes, until my dad forced her out of my hands.
I wanted to hold her longer, to wait for her heart beat to return, but it was impossible.
She is really gone.
Like Steven.
Like Jamie Drew.
Like China.
Like Raven.
Like Stud.
Like Lewis.
Like Clark.
Like Mittens.

Like the tons and tons of other people and pets I've lost in my life.

She is gone, but in my heart she will forever remain.








Yoyo;
I love you babygirl.
I know you loved mommy too, and just know I tried my best.
Rest In Peace babydoll<3




PS I'm not a looney case, I just write. And loss of someone important in my life, it hurts and writing is all I have to cope. It's the only way I know how to.