Missing My Little Ghost

Tonight I added in my albino boy Ghost to the "Plotting" piece. All was fine and going smooth until I managed to hit that one special point where I got his sleepy gaze just right and it was like I woke him in his hammie. I half expected a sleepy yawn to follow. But sadly it was not so. Tearfully I dragged out the painting of my boy because each stroke was like petting his small white head. Detailing his ears reminding me of his popcorn scent and his face of all the goofy stuff he used to do to make me laugh. For a few hours tonight I had my little boy back in my arms sleepily gazing back at me from ferret Heaven. A small reminder that he's OK and he and Odin and all the others are right here whenever I need them. For as the saying goes: they are never really gone as long as they have a place in my heart. And they always will.