A Ferret Named Love
He dreamed of soft fur and curious eyes,
A playful friend for his fleeting skies.
His wish was simple, with time running thin:
To share his last days with a creature like him.
A ferret he found, wild, untamed,
A whirlwind of trouble, unbroken, unnamed.
It bit at his fingers, ran from his care,
And left him with scratches, its trust nowhere.
Yet, each quiet night, by the cage’s low light,
He’d talk to the ferret, his voice soft, polite.
“I chose you,” he whispered, “because you’re like me—
Fierce and untamed, unbound and free.
I know you don’t love me, you don’t even try,
But could you at least pretend, just once, before I die?
You don’t have to mean it; I’ll never know,
But it’d make these last months less lonely to go.”
The ferret would listen, unmoving, aloof,
A creature of instinct, unshaken, uncouth.
Its bites stayed sharp, its trust stayed small,
But still, for the boy, it was worth it all.
One quiet evening, as shadows grew deep,
And the boy sat weary, too tired to weep,
The ferret crept closer, slow and shy,
And let him stroke its fur before pulling awry.
His heart swelled with joy as his fingers brushed through,
A fleeting moment, a love that felt true.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice barely there,
“For giving me this, for letting me care.”
The ferret withdrew, wildness intact,
But the boy didn’t mind; he had all he’d lacked.
A single touch, a moment of grace,
Enough to bring peace to his fleeting space.
Though time still ticked, and his end loomed near,
He’d found what he needed in that brief, quiet year.
A ferret untamed, its love barely shown,
Had given him solace before he’d be alone.
Yes this is chatgpt but it touched my soul and told a true story yes I cried, this hit me too close to home. So close that it is inside the home sighhh