My little boy
I woke early one morning to a phone call from a local pet store where I usually get my ferret food. I was told that there was a little ferret who had been found outside this morning in a little cardboard box. It had snowed the night before and the little one only had a small towel for warmth. The pet store wanted me to come in and take a look at see if I would take him in to make it better. Without a second thought I made the drive out to see this abandone baby. What I found when I got there would change my life.
Inside the box was a salt and pepper sable almost full grown with large paws and soulfull eyes. I decided to name him Snook. He was beautiful. I took him home and placed him in a small cage to get him used to me and the new ferret siblings he would share his home with. I expected fights and the normal rough and tumble play that I had grown used to with my females ferrets, what I got surprized me again. My two other ferrets had already figured out something was going on and knew how to break free of their cage in no time. Today was no exception. Not only had they broken out of their cage but had somehow broke Snook from his. The three of them wasted no time in making friends and within minutes fell asleep in a ball of paws and tails.
This went on for a few years with all three thriving under the care of eachother. Snook however developed cancer in his one toe but was otherwise healthy. I decided along with my Vet to remove the toe and let Snook continue to be his docile self.
Life went on and the four of us all seemed pretty happy, we had moved into a bigger house and the ferrets got their own play room complete with tubes to run thru. Snooks cancer returned but he still was his carefree self so I thought nothing of it. The tumour on his back continued to grow and I knew time was running out for my little boy.
This morning I went into the room to clean the cage and found several drops of blood. I reached into the cage and removed all the ferrets to find the source. It appeared Snooks tumour had burst during the night, my poor baby was suffering. I made the heartbreaking choice to aid his death despite my heart breaking. I wrapped him in a warm towel and drove him to my vets office. I sat with him as he fell asleep in my arms waiting for the vet to come. The vet took a paw print impression for me to have and let me say goodbye to my very special little guy.
Snook is going to be remembered as the stealer of socks, hoarder of food. The important thing is he will be remembered.