Losing a fuzzy friend
Well, things have been busy around here, but I wanted to take the time to write about this one thing in particular.
We've been painting and cleaning to get ready for our holiday dinner at the house and all things considered, it went pretty well. We were very happy with the turn out and had a great time with everyone that came.
But there was a sad note to this past weekend. On Saturday morning, as Jen and I were gearing up for final preparations for the party, it fell upon me to clean up the ferret cage and get them their food and water. As per usual, once I started moving things around, the little guys jumped out and went looking for their food. They scurried out and began eating and playing.
Then I realized... one of our little carpet sharks didn't come out. I went searching around the cage thinking that the missing baby got out while I had my back turned. Then I check the top hammock. And there she was, our little old lady of a fuzzy curled up. She looked peaceful if it wasn't for the fact that she had lost her color and wasn't breathing. I tried moving her, and there was no response. Our little baby passed away during the night or early morning.
Her name, Isis. She was about 8 years old. She was the den mother of our little guys. She cleaned the others, kept Beast in line when he bullied Phoenix. And she was Runt's cage mate/sister for the entire time we've had them.
I'm crushed. I know that eventually our pets will leave us, but it doesn't make it any easier to find them like that. She lived a long life, she went bald on her little ferret butt. She remained playful and curious the whole time.
Isis would climb the side of the cage and give your her belly to pet to get your attention, and then she would demand a treat if wanted to keep petting her belly:) There would be times that if we forgot to give them water, she would knock the empty bottle out of it's holder and to the ground so we could see that it was empty and they were thirsty.
I could sit here all day and night and reminisce about her. I miss her very much. It was easy to put on a happy face for the party with everyone over and having a good time. But I didn't want to forget to write about her and how happy she made me. How she used to be sassy and nip at people, until Jen came along and played with her and helped take care of her and Runt. Then she turned around and became a different ferret. But that didn't stop her from trying to steal Jen's keys or her wallet when we weren't looking:)
Of the four, now only three remain. Runt, Beast, and Phoenix. All our beautiful little fuzzbutts. I worried about Runt, he's just as old as Isis, and ferrets do go through depression if they lose a cage mate. I just hope he and the others will be alright.
The best we can do is love our babies while we still have time. Play with them and take pictures. No matter what, Isis will always live on in my heart. I miss the little old lady. I just hope one day, I can play with her again.
R.I.P.
Isis
2001-2009
12/12/09
Draven, going to give his little old man Runt, a big hug and a kiss.
We've been painting and cleaning to get ready for our holiday dinner at the house and all things considered, it went pretty well. We were very happy with the turn out and had a great time with everyone that came.
But there was a sad note to this past weekend. On Saturday morning, as Jen and I were gearing up for final preparations for the party, it fell upon me to clean up the ferret cage and get them their food and water. As per usual, once I started moving things around, the little guys jumped out and went looking for their food. They scurried out and began eating and playing.
Then I realized... one of our little carpet sharks didn't come out. I went searching around the cage thinking that the missing baby got out while I had my back turned. Then I check the top hammock. And there she was, our little old lady of a fuzzy curled up. She looked peaceful if it wasn't for the fact that she had lost her color and wasn't breathing. I tried moving her, and there was no response. Our little baby passed away during the night or early morning.
Her name, Isis. She was about 8 years old. She was the den mother of our little guys. She cleaned the others, kept Beast in line when he bullied Phoenix. And she was Runt's cage mate/sister for the entire time we've had them.
I'm crushed. I know that eventually our pets will leave us, but it doesn't make it any easier to find them like that. She lived a long life, she went bald on her little ferret butt. She remained playful and curious the whole time.
Isis would climb the side of the cage and give your her belly to pet to get your attention, and then she would demand a treat if wanted to keep petting her belly:) There would be times that if we forgot to give them water, she would knock the empty bottle out of it's holder and to the ground so we could see that it was empty and they were thirsty.
I could sit here all day and night and reminisce about her. I miss her very much. It was easy to put on a happy face for the party with everyone over and having a good time. But I didn't want to forget to write about her and how happy she made me. How she used to be sassy and nip at people, until Jen came along and played with her and helped take care of her and Runt. Then she turned around and became a different ferret. But that didn't stop her from trying to steal Jen's keys or her wallet when we weren't looking:)
Of the four, now only three remain. Runt, Beast, and Phoenix. All our beautiful little fuzzbutts. I worried about Runt, he's just as old as Isis, and ferrets do go through depression if they lose a cage mate. I just hope he and the others will be alright.
The best we can do is love our babies while we still have time. Play with them and take pictures. No matter what, Isis will always live on in my heart. I miss the little old lady. I just hope one day, I can play with her again.
R.I.P.
Isis
2001-2009
12/12/09
Draven, going to give his little old man Runt, a big hug and a kiss.