My dearest ferret, I know how much you love the wind and air blowing through your fur. I know you even bought a bike just to join me, but where I am going. You cannot follow. I will be back soon. Until then remember to eat your twizzlers. Do not weep for me, for I will come back a changed and sweaty man. I remember when you were just a little kit. Ride hard in your own backyard, and maybe one day we will head south into the sunset together. 

Always Truly,

The ferret whisperer