R.I.P. Sneakers
My ferret, Sneakers, passed away yesterday. About a month ago, I noticed he was getting very obese for a ferret so I took him to my normal clinic thinking maybe he had something in him that was preventing him from passing food as quickly as ferrets normally do. Unfortunately, the vet that has worked with my ferrets before had moved on, and the new guy told me he was just fat and needed to exercise more, and unfortunately, I believed him. So for about a month when the weather was okay, I would take him out in the front yard and have him walk around and follow me, and I cut down his food amount, but he still got fatter. Two nights ago when I checked on him, he was making whimpering noises – or the ferret equivalent of – so I stayed up most of the night with him and took him to a different vet who knew what she was doing and took x-rays. Unfortunately, I was right as it turns out he had a really large tumor that was pressing on his various organs, and we decided to operate, but he was too weak and passed away during the operation.
He was a good ferret. I got him and two others at the same time from a family who could no longer keep them. The girl in the bunch, Luna, passed away in an accident she got herself into, and his cage mate, or possibly brother, I never knew, Socks is still left. Sneakers was the skinniest, fastest, and the one always wanting to play of the three of them, which makes it all the sadder for me that he died like this, in a physical state completely opposite of what he was supposed to be. When I viewed his body, I was happy to see that he still retained the spark in his eye that he had in better days. He wasn’t the climber Zowie was, but every now and then he would get up in the armchair up on the sides of it, and for whatever reason he would just stop and look out over the living room, and the imagery was of that of a lion high on a rock looking out over his domain. I always laughed when he did that.
He was a good ferret. I got him and two others at the same time from a family who could no longer keep them. The girl in the bunch, Luna, passed away in an accident she got herself into, and his cage mate, or possibly brother, I never knew, Socks is still left. Sneakers was the skinniest, fastest, and the one always wanting to play of the three of them, which makes it all the sadder for me that he died like this, in a physical state completely opposite of what he was supposed to be. When I viewed his body, I was happy to see that he still retained the spark in his eye that he had in better days. He wasn’t the climber Zowie was, but every now and then he would get up in the armchair up on the sides of it, and for whatever reason he would just stop and look out over the living room, and the imagery was of that of a lion high on a rock looking out over his domain. I always laughed when he did that.
These are the best photos I have of Sneakers. I’m going to miss him.
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