“Stewart! STEWART!!!” Stanley yelled as he scampered all over the large logs.
“WHAT?!? Geez, what could be so important to take me away from a yummy pile of peanuts?”
Stewart looked up to see Stanley barreling toward him.
“Stewart, O! Stewart, something so sad and terrible has happened, I’m finding it hard to know what to do.” Stanley wailed.
“WHAT is IT, Stanley! I can’t help you if you don’t calm down enough to tell me what is going on.”
“Oh, Stewart! Boomer has left all of us and gone over the Rainbow Bridge. He is GONE! Never to take us for rides around the farm again. O!, Stewart, I am so sad. He was a good friend to us.” With that Stanley let two great big tears roll down his little squirrel cheeks.
Stewart was just in mid-chew, of a delicious peanut Mom had put out as a fun snack for him and Stanley.
“NO! NO! I didn’t even know Boomer was sick! He didn’t tell us. He didn’t let us know!” Stewart responded in shock.
“Mindy Cat told me just a few minutes ago. Boomer is gone, traveling around with Fuzzy now doing all sorts of stuff without us. OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH BOOMER!” Stanley wailed.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BOOMER!” Stewart chimed in.
The two little squirrel brothers sat there; heads hung low; hearts heavy.
“Well, what do we do now,” Stanley asked after a very long moment of silence.
“I think we had better go find Chip and let him know. Chip enjoyed Boomer. And Mrs. Bunny.”
“Oh, YES! Mrs. Bunny.”
“Okay, let’s move on down the equipment line and see if we can find Chip or Mrs. Bunny.” Stewart headed toward the end of the log gathering himself to jump onto the hay hauling trailer.
“MINDY!” Stewart stopped. “Hey, Mindy, have you seen Chip or Mrs. Bunny?” Stewart inquired.
“Chip? Mrs. Bunny?” I stopped my pursuit on the trailer; following the scent of several mice, you see, yummm—
a Momma mouse and her bazillion little ones.
“Actually, No. I haven’t really been looking for them.” I replied. “Maybe you can go check on the grain head or down by the roller, or under one of the combines. I’ve seen each of them there at different times of the day. Or you might go over to the stacked wood by the chicken house, sometimes they are over there.” I gave them all a small wave and headed on about my business.
“Okay,” Stewart and Stanley replied in unison…off we go—first let’s do the equipment area, there is always yummy corn kernels by the combines and other types of goodies.”
“CHIP! CHIPPPP!” We yelled as loud as our squirrel voice could yell—“CHIP WHERE ARE YOU!”
“Boys! Why are you screaming so loud?” Mrs. Bunny came hopping from the, now harvested cornfield. If you don’t keep your voices down you could call in the
or that Hawk pair who have decided they live on our farm.” Mrs. Bunny admonished Stewart and Stanley.
“We are looking for Chip”, Stewart explained to Mrs. Bunny.
“And YOU!” Stanley chattered in.
Suddenly a brown ball of fur zipped right into our midst, running right into Stanley and bowling him over.
“I AM HERE! IAMHERE!” Chip chattered. “I’m HERE!”
‘Oh, good,” Stewart replied, helping Stanley up and dusting Stanley off. “We have some very sad news to tell you.”
“SAD!” Mrs. Bunny and Chip exclaimed at the very same time.
“Yes”, Stanley replied. “Mindy cat just told us that Boomer, our Buddy, has left the farm to live over-the Rainbow-Bridge. Boomer is no longer here to protect and take care of us.” Stanley burst out in tears, all over again.
There was stunned silence from Chip and Mrs. Bunny.
“Oh, Boomer,” Mrs. Bunny sadly said. “Oh, Boomer. Thank you for being our friend. Run free.” Mrs. Bunny pronounced to the Sky. “Run free.”
“BAWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” Chip wailed. “I didn’t get to say Goodbye.”
“Well, no, none of us did”, chattered Stewart. But Mindy told him good-bye and said she would let all his friends know.”
“Mindy. Oh. Good.’ Mrs. Bunny calmy uttered.
“Then we don’t have to let Freddy, his Mom (shudder)
or those very large and noisy raccoons know.
Mindy can do it.”
“Hummm, Chip squeaked… “I wonder where Mindy is now, and what she is doing.”
“I would imagine she is looking for Boomer’s friends to let them know…she has a big job now. Telling the farm our most wonderful dog friend is over the rainbow bridge.” Mrs. Rabbit turned and bounced back into the cornfield.
Chip looked at us, gave a little hand-wave, and said: “Let’s go eat peanuts.”
So, we all ran back to the logs and the nice treats Mom had put there for us.
After my mouse snack, I decided it was time to move on.
Thank you Linda for a wonderful, heartwarming story and great photos. Boomer has so many friends who miss him. I am sure he gets the news about that over there. 🙂 Hugs, Asta
I sure hope so. Good Morning, Asta! By the way, I love your name
Yours too. Linda=beautiful 🙂
You are kind!
Good job, Mindy!
Squirrels I can tell————-but the other?!? I’m not so sure. Mindy
Hang together, friends. That’s what B would have wanted.
Love and licks,
Maybe…I don’t like the idea of letting Freddy and his mom know. Shudder, Mindy
Mindy, I’m not sure telling the farm about Boomer is your top priority
I’ve been wondering about that. Shudder, Shudder, Mindy
And the tears roll on.
Sigh. Yes. As the tears roll down. Mindy
Oh, Mindy. It’s so hard to tell bad news. So many loved Boomie.
And some of those I would have to tell eat cats!!! Mindy
Yeah. No. Stay away!
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Mindy go get the mice! Be careful out there! Life must go on even if we don’t want it too sometimes:(
I think Mice are more important than say….telling Freddy Fox and his Mom. Just say’n. Mindy
My heart is heavy for you all. It’s like a magnet pulled me here today. Sending love and huge hugs.
Thank you…I love having hugs and love!
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Mindy, tell your mom it is OK to let the tears flow. Stay with her and keep her company while she is in the dark place. Enjoy seeing pictures of Boomer enjoying life.
I always go to Mom and purr until she picks me up and pets me. Mindy 🙂
You must be so lonely without him…
Very. I keep seeing him here and there, but when I look fully he is not there.
Oh Min Min, I am glad you are letting Boomer’s friends know. That way you can all watch out for each other…
Stay close to the house!
I think I will only tell those who are close by. Just say’n. Mindy
So sad to hear this. Fridays were always special reading the adventures of Boomer. He will be missed.
Thank you, Debbie. It is a tad hard. 😦
Ah Mindy … I’m sure you miss your fur friend, we all do too! Hugs Linda
I do…but we have to move on. ….Sigh Mindy
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