Guido, My Fuzzy

I rescued a ferret, in New Mexico. He and another were in the back of a pickup truck, no shade, no water or food. I took them home, they female was o.k. a little thin but that was all. I wasn't sure if he would make it. But he did with a special diet, and lots of love. There were four of them, all rescues.  He was so happy and getting so healthy, I thought all of his health issues were a thing of the past. Well, he died on Jan 26. He got sick when I moved back up north here. Pneumonia. He hung on for as long as he could, he put up a heck of a fight. But he lost. Now, I have his ashes here in a pretty wooden box. The other three ferrets went looking for him in all his old hideouts, the one seems to still miss him. She sleeps on his blanket and goes to all of his spots now, like she's waiting for him to come out and play, but Guido won't be coming out to play anymore. We all miss him very much, he was only 9 months old. It's so sad. But at least the last 6 months were good. I like to think he died happy and feeling loved. I still cry.

bronx56 bronx56
51-55, F
Feb 16, 2010