I will try to remember to hug my wife every time I miss, and want to hug, the ‘possum.



Its tough to walk around my own home…remembering all the little moments as every spot in the apartment has some memory of him…even just brushing a comforter hanging off the bed makes me jerk my leg up to make sure he’s not underfoot…

It was so hard to hold him as he took his last breaths, but knowing that the last moments of his life were his mom and I holding him…kissing him on top of his head like hundreds of times before…but for the last time…

Many people say it, but there is no doubt, he is better off now…his pain is over and ours begins for a while…

Time heals…

Savannah, GA – Spring Break 2013 (Part 1/2)

Day One (Tuesday):

We arrived, checked into the hotel, and headed out to the Boos and Brews ghost tour. It started at McDonahue’s Bar and went to Colonial cemetery,  then 17hundred90, Hangfire, and finally Moon River brewery. Drew, the tour guide, was excellent…and from Tupelo, MS.

I went to the hotel room for sleep, Deborah and Savannah went back to Moon River but they were closing; instead they ate at Churchill’s pub.

Day Two (Wednesday):

We all got up and explored the Riverwalk. Shopping, Deborah got a purse, Savannah a pair of shades, and I got an antique transportation book with train information.  We had brunch at Windows, the restaurant inside of the Hyatt. We had to get someone to let us in down on the river level.

Later Deborah rested while Savannah and I went out to Bonaventure cemetery. We seen the graves of Johnny Mercer (Wikipedia page) and the local famous girl “Gracie” Watson (another Blog).

We went back into Savannah, scooped Deb, and walked to The Lady and Sons restaurant. We all had buffet…everything was delicious.  Savannah had banana pudding, Deb had the ooey gooey Butter Cake, and I had the peach cobbler…again it was all de-lish, except Debs was almost too rich.

We tried to go out and see some dueling piano’s at Savannah Smiles Dueling Piano’s. We couldn’t because Savannah would need to be 21.  Deborah was tired and decided to call it night, so Savannah and I walked to the Riverwalk and tried to find a place serving food and beer, so 18 years old can get in. We went to Spanky’s Pizza and I had a Savannah Brown and we walked to the Cotton Exchange. I had a 420 IPA from Sweetwater Brewery from Atlanta. We went to the hotel after that.

Day Three (Thursday):

We got up a little late, ate breakfast, and headed out to Tybee (Tie-Bee) Island. Deborah spotted this train engine and snapped a shot on the way out.  [insert engine shot]

We went to the Tybee Island Lighthouse and Museum.  It was situated on the northern-most type of its namesake island. Although I didn’t know exactly what “day colors” were at the time, I admired the black and white pattern that decorated the outside of the lighthouse. You really get a good feel for just how small Tybee Island is when you’re up on this lighthouse looking down at it. The people below seemed so small and far away.  [insert lighthouse pic, showing beach]

We walked across the street and through a beach side restaurant to a dune pier that led to the beach. The Tybee Island Beach is made up of more shell material than the Mississippi Coast beach.  Its more course and gritty in consistency and because of the iridescent colors found  inside the shells, it glitters brilliantly in the sun sometimes.

We had to leave the beach a little sooner than we would have liked to be on time for our dolphin tour at Big Mike’s Dolphin Tours. We got drinks in the CoCo  Bar right up from the dolphin boats’ dock.  Everyone gathered at the lower part of the pier waiting for the go ahead from the lady leading the tour to start loading up. At some point all the children 9 and under were asked to come over and put on a life jacket.

The lady leading the tour started talking and everyone got ready to hear their names. At the same time we  learned that we were going to be divided into two boats.  We were called first, for the first boat; I can only assume because I called so far in advance to book. We loaded up, taking some really good shots of these brown pelicans who pretty much ruled the roost on this small floating dock.  [brown pelicans from Big Mike’s Dolphin Tours pier]

On the boat ride out, we noticed the Tybee lighthouse and the wide beach we’d only an hour earlier been looking at from several hundred feet above.  This time we could see the  people walking, swimming, and on bikes, some even waving at our boat as it passed. Within a few minutes after this discovery out tour guides was spotting Atlantic Bottle-nosed dolphins. They were on the tip of artificial reefs…called …where they often fed according to the lady giving the tour.

Two weeks ago tonight…

In about two hours or so will have been two weeks since the horror…

I checked the bottom drawer of my dresser to see how the ‘possum was. He wasn’t good. He had used the bathroom everywhere and his back legs were twitching. I picked him up and began to comfort him.  That was about all we could do for him for the rest of the night. For the rest of his life really…

Comfort. What a loose term. Did we really help? He seemed to do better at points in the night, but he never really recovered. He had small episodes followed by long periods of sleep.

It was not until early in the morning, when he had his worst episode, that we realized how serious things were. It was probably around 4 AM. He had the worst convulsions we’d ever seen. His body contorted, and we both knew that we were seeing the end of our friend…

Memorial Ceremony

Friday night we held a memorial for him. We lit 7 candles, each representing a year of his life. During the ceremony we took one candle together (to represent our love and care for him) and lit an 8th candle to represent his spirit. We sit on his blanket, between his last hidey hole under the SW corner of our bed and his favorite spot of all under where my desk used to sit. We posted a picture of him on the wall near the spot where my desk was and it was illuminated by one of the 7 year candles.

As for the candle that represented his spirit, we placed it right in front of the bed where his final hidey hole is, with all hi s toys, ferovite, and snacks near it and partially under the bed. I placed a lamp under the bed behind all this but left it turned off for now.

During the ceremony, we each wrote down a memory from each year of his life, for the first candle, we can up with a memory from the first year we had him, and so on down to the last year candle.

More to come…

Sister’s Facebook Posts

Smokey The Awesome Possum. How we love you!
~ Sister [on Facebook] ~

Sister:  “Woke up crying over my nephew Smokey! Yes my brothers ferret! He passed away this afternoon. Thinking of the 1st I ferret sat. I was so scared he was gonna bite me. I was playing with him & he took my pen. He pulled the rubber grip off. I thought Omg, he’s going to get a piece of it off & it’s gonna kill him. Tex Bruce is gonna kill me. I finally go it from him & all was well. Back in his cage he went.”

My Comment:  Aww. Good memory. Im gonna be finding pens with chewed rubber grips (he got old and gave up on removing them and would just steal debs whole pen) in hidy-holes over the next few weeks I’m sure.



Hello ‘possum world!

This is a blog that will memorialize our sable ferret named “Smokey D Possum” who died on January 8th, 2013. He lived a happy life for a “free range” ferret. I call him free range because he lived outside of his cage for most of his life, eventually I disassembled it and he didn’t even have a cage set up. He instead had free reign of our apartment and often was found sleeping in our cloths or under my desk. He had specific types of clothing he preferred to sleep in…him mom’s robe or scarfs…gross as it is..my boxers…him moms sweaters…and just about anything soft and snuggly. He was a hedonistic little rat…often rolling over on his back and wallowing on any particularly comfortable fabrics or rugs he’d come across.

I hope for this to turn into an E-Journal of sorts, and to expand beyond topics of Smokey.  This way, the site will become a living memorial…