Monday, December 22, 2008
Another update:
Skippy is still doing well--and actually played with ME (without any other ferrets) for the first time this morning. He is going to do well here--he's trying to hard to be a good boy!!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
on a happier note...
Skipton has been out in general population (and in the cage with everyone) for over 48 hours and has not tried to eat anyone...
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
My Freckles has gone on to the Bridge...
I am truly starting to hate the Christmas season.
It is with a broken heart that I tell you all that Diane and I had to help Freckles to the Bridge last Sunday morning (12/14) . Over the past week he was having some trouble urinating (along with a UTI) so, we got him started on Clavamox and Propecia.
He was all set when I went to bed on Saturday night and was blocked when I woke up on Sunday morning.
We are blessed to have a vet that actually came in and opened the hospital on a Sunday morning for us.
He came to me as a behavioral foster--once we worked the behaviors out--it was determined that he was insulinomic, adrenal and had a bad kidney--so, he was to stay one of my "perma-fosters". He was a total "mama's boy" He would look up at me with that little pink nose (with the snuggies-as Aunty Diane liked to say) and his little freckled face--with such a look of "mama, I love you" and God, did I love him too. All week in the room,--I kept feeling like I was getting glimpses of him out of the corner of my eye--and then I would remember.
When you deal with rescue--ALL of the animals are special and all of them mean something to you, you love them all-but every so often--you come across someone who is just different. You don't know WHAT is different aobut them--but, it's like they got one of those tiny little claws caught in your heart. I've heard them called "heart ferrets" and I've been blessed to have more than one of them--but Freckles was most definatly one of my heart ferrets.
I will miss him dearly and look forward to seeing him at the Bridge--I hope he is being nice to Loki--but if not, I'm sure that Goliath will mediate--he always did.
May the tunnel rise up to meet you.May the wind always be at your tail.May the sun shine warm upon your whiskers,and rains fall soft upon your fur.And until we meet again,May God hold you in the hollow of his hand. With all my love,Mama
It is with a broken heart that I tell you all that Diane and I had to help Freckles to the Bridge last Sunday morning (12/14) . Over the past week he was having some trouble urinating (along with a UTI) so, we got him started on Clavamox and Propecia.
He was all set when I went to bed on Saturday night and was blocked when I woke up on Sunday morning.
We are blessed to have a vet that actually came in and opened the hospital on a Sunday morning for us.
He came to me as a behavioral foster--once we worked the behaviors out--it was determined that he was insulinomic, adrenal and had a bad kidney--so, he was to stay one of my "perma-fosters". He was a total "mama's boy" He would look up at me with that little pink nose (with the snuggies-as Aunty Diane liked to say) and his little freckled face--with such a look of "mama, I love you" and God, did I love him too. All week in the room,--I kept feeling like I was getting glimpses of him out of the corner of my eye--and then I would remember.
When you deal with rescue--ALL of the animals are special and all of them mean something to you, you love them all-but every so often--you come across someone who is just different. You don't know WHAT is different aobut them--but, it's like they got one of those tiny little claws caught in your heart. I've heard them called "heart ferrets" and I've been blessed to have more than one of them--but Freckles was most definatly one of my heart ferrets.
I will miss him dearly and look forward to seeing him at the Bridge--I hope he is being nice to Loki--but if not, I'm sure that Goliath will mediate--he always did.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truthRest well, my little friend--and until we meet again...
you are weeping for that which has been your delight. ~Kahlil Gibran
May the tunnel rise up to meet you.May the wind always be at your tail.May the sun shine warm upon your whiskers,and rains fall soft upon your fur.And until we meet again,May God hold you in the hollow of his hand. With all my love,Mama
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