Goodnight, Sweet Weasel
One of my little room mates just passed away while I’ve been stranded out here on Block Island. Her name was Blizzard and she was adorable. Genetically. Seriously, they rub her onto other animals to make them cuter.
Of the little pack of weasels I live with, she was my favorite. Older than my car, blind as an NFL referee, and prone to sleeping in my hands from time to time. Much more laid-back than her sister, Badger, that’s for sure.
So the sadness has obviously hit not only me but my housemate who owned her. He took these photos of us last year after I got off of Block Island.
I think I’ll always remember her like this- folded in half and snoozing whilst I meditate. I hope RoninOtter remembers her just the same- sweet, peaceful, and made of 100% pure cute.
