One of my ferrets died this morning.
Her name was Smokey and she was a beautiful cream colored ferret. My boyfriend and I adopted her from a couple we found on on the internet. We only had her for 3 months before she passed away today. It was a short time to spend with her, but I am glad she was with us anyway.
She was a character. If you have no experience with ferrets it would be worth it to go on YouTube and check out some videos. They are truly unique creatures for sure. Ferrets enjoy finding “prizes” around the home and stashing them away in the strangest places. Smokey loved my red pencil case. When I was doing my school work on my bed she would run up, grab my pencil case, and make a mad dash across the room. Which was, I will not lie to you, a hilarious behavior to witness. Especially since my pencil case was heavier than she. Luckily I knew all her hiding spots to retrieve my stolen property, but once she discovered that I had taken it back she would look at me as if to say “Hey! That’s mine!” and she would drag it away all over again.
She adored my boyfriend and loved to cuddle with us and her ferret friend Bandit. She would always be curled up beside us on the bed, a little ball of fluff, who was content with anywhere you placed her as long as she was close by us. When I would wake her up in her cage for play time she would lazily roll out of her hammock and outstretch her front paws on to my palm and wait for me to do the rest. She loved treats and would pick one out of the bag to run off and stash it somewhere safe. She and Bandit made me laugh on countless occasions even when I wasn’t feeling happy, looking at their cute little faces always made me break into a grin even if I had tears in my eyes.
Smokey became sick about a month ago. We noticed that she was getting skinny so my boyfriend took her to the vet. The vet told us she was in perfect health aside from the fact that she wasn’t eating. We were given medication to give her and a protein supplement to help her pack on some weight. We have been feeding her by syringe since then, but there must have been something wrong inside. When I picked her up out of her cage last night for play time I knew the process of death had begun. Its one of those things that you just know. I didn’t want to believe it at first so I gave her to my boyfriend and went to make her food. He came out into the kitchen and told me what I couldn’t say out loud. Smokey was dying.
We wrapped her in a blanket and took turns cuddling her until my boyfriend had to go to sleep. I stayed up with her holding her, petting her, and talking to her until about 6 am this morning. I placed her beside our bed in an unused litter pan surrounded with fluffy blankets.
I woke up with a start at 10 am, my boyfriend had already gone to work and I looked over at her bed and she wasn’t in it. My first instinct was to go to her cage, thinking maybe she had improved and she was still alive. Before I got to the cage though, I turned and went to the freezer instead. I knew she was going to be there, but it didn’t seem to take the edge off. I ran back to bed and cried myself to sleep.
When I woke up again my boyfriend had texted me saying that she passed away with him at 8 am before he left for work. I was relieved that she wasn’t alone, but still mad at myself that I had gone to sleep. It hasn’t fully hit home yet that she is gone. Death is a strange thing. I live in Canada and the ground is frozen here. It seems morbid to have her in my freezer until spring, but I want bury her somewhere beautiful and you can bet that that red pencil case is going with her.
It’s amazing how such a small creature can impact your life. She wasn’t with us for long, but I’ll never forget how she made my days just a little easier.