DarkStar Garcia
This here is DarkStar Garcia. I would
have to say that DarkStar is another rescue ferret. He was living his life
in a 10 gallon fish tank in a pet store, with no food or water. He only had
a litter pan, and a cardboard box with a hole cut in it for a bed. He was
in bad shape. Luckily, my Mother-in-law couldn't leave this little guy in
this type of living condition, so she rescued him, and brought him to me.
He was 8 weeks old when we brought him into our home on September 14th 2001,
and is a dark black sable. Once he was home, i gave him a good look at, and
he smelled worse than any ferret i have ever owned, his ears were so nasty
dirty, i was lucky to see any ear at all, and he was so skinny. He's really
happy and excited about his new home, and his new freedom. He gets along with
his older brothers and sisters, and they seem to get along with him too. He
spent his first night alone in his own cage though. He really likes to run
and play under the couch, chairs, and behind the t.v., and he really likes
to follow me around wherever i go. I'm glad to have you here little DarkStar.
Oh, his name was Jingles Garcia on his first day here, but it just didnt seem
to fit his personality. I look forward to caring for ya little Baby DarkStar,
i love ya!
On the morning of August the 4th of 2004, the lady who lived below us in our apartment building caught fire. Unfortanantly, DarkStar was one of those to perish. The firemen were able to save the bodies of all 7 that had passed in the flames. Only one survived, that is RubyClaire. DarkStar was one of my little hyper active babies. He loved to romp and roll, and get into anything he could. But, he was also a cuddle bug, and a smoocher. He loved to lay in my lap and let me scratch all over him. He was Cherise's break through for her depression. She took him in like he was her own, and protected and cradled him all the time. He was definatly a cutie, and I will always remember him with a smile. Mommy still loves ya little DarkStar.
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Dark star crashes, Pouring its light into
ashes. Reason tatters, The forces tear loose from the axis. Searchlight casting,
For faults in the clouds of delusion. Shall we go, you and I, while we can?
Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds... Mirror shatters, In formless
reflections of matter. Glass hand dissolving, To ice petal flowers revolving.
Lady in velvet, Recedes in the nights of goodbye. Shall we go, you and I,
while we can... Through, the transitive nightfall of diamonds? Spinning a
set the stars through which the tattered tales of axis roll, About the waxen
wind of never set to motion in the unbecoming, Round about the reason hardly
matters nor the wise through which The stars were set in spin.
Words By: Robert Hunter
Music By: Jerry Garcia, Mickey Hart, Billy Kreutzman, Ron (Pigpen) McKernan,
and Bob Weir.