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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2011 10:22:01 GMT -5
I've never had to put a ferret to sleep yet but I'm dreading the day (I just try not to think about it). That truely is an awful thing to have to do.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2011 13:57:12 GMT -5
This is so sad...
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Post by Heather on Nov 11, 2011 15:05:26 GMT -5
For every death there is new life, so it continues.... ciao
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Post by miamiferret2 on Nov 11, 2011 16:42:34 GMT -5
For every death there is new life, so it continues.... ciao yes! and when i get home today I'm going to hug and kiss my little fat beluga whale-fert. I love him. Just as much as I loved having all of the others before him. yes it is sad to lose them but the ones who are living will always heal your heart. it is so sad to lose a beloved ferret, but I know that I will love the next one and the next and the next! and I am happy knowing that I treated them very well while they were here. what more can you do.
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Post by Heather on Nov 11, 2011 16:53:52 GMT -5
Sorry to sound phylisophical but life is just a journey and ferrets are the little friends that you meet along the way. One must say goodbye so we can hello. Memories are the gifts that your wee ones give you. They are something that a computer crash cannot steal and they make one smile even in the face of hardships. I've buried over 20 fuzzies. I loved them all and held each one of them as they took their final breath and completed their passage to the next world. They all made me smile and when I think of them, they are there. I've cried for everyone of them. Some have stayed longer than others, some were just a whisper and then they were gone. Each was loved as dearly as the first....each ran down the pathway to the bridge with a heart-key around their little necks. What other purpose is there, for us? really? ciao
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2011 23:23:28 GMT -5
I havent lost any ferrets yet since i just started to get into the fad but yes, I do feel the same way when it comes to loosing feathered friends or any other kind of furry animal.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2012 0:09:03 GMT -5
Sounds like me and the cats I used to have. I had over 25 cats at one point. My parents would never check the tires on the car so quite a few got ran over. Others ran away (and rightfully so). Another time my parents without my knowledge took like 7 of them to a pound, came home, lied to me and said they went to good homes (and now I realized most if not all of them got euthanized, because cats weren't popular in the 90s, not in SC at least). So this definitely struck a chord. No matter where you are, who you are, what you take in...Furballs, scaleskins, exoskeleton, or wetscale, you always experience a vicious cycle of pain that is relieved by the next to steal your heart.
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Post by gabriel on Feb 18, 2012 0:44:52 GMT -5
You go through this once, and you just never forget the feeling. I kept Wildfire for what many would say was too long and sometimes, at the end of the day, I question myself. However, most times, I don't feel so. Hazel was the easy one (though I didn't know it at the time). I couldn't bring myself to bury her, kept her comfortably snuggled in a beautiful christmas box with an angel on the top of it, for three days in which I stayed up, consecutively, moving my parents from their apartment compulsively, never stopping movement and when I did, I'd look at her little box which I could only bare for a few seconds before returning to fluid movement while everyone else slept. The day she passed, she had run passed me on the bed, dooking despite her little swollen tummy. She stopped to look at me and I pet her and even pushed her around in a little soft mock play after which she pranced off. Later, I came in to give baths, she was "sleeping" on a pile of laundry, Wildfire a few feet away which should have sent the alarms off immediately. I smiled, reached down but cut off my announcements of baths in mid sentence when my fingers percieved that she was cold. I just stood there in shock staring down at her. Wildfire's first symptom was a seizure. A semi minor one which I gave her a small amount of corn syrup to pull her out of. Then she began to lose the use of her legs for gradually longer periods of time. I remember realizing one day the whole truth of the situation and my own denial and extreme attachement. I'm really not one for any kind of foreign bodily fluids yet when I picked her up in a bout of no hind leg control and she used the restroom, both 1 and 2, right on my arm, I simply wiped it clean without even a thought, like it was natural, all the while still holding her to me. And still, some might say that was too long as the seizures began to worsen but when the seizures were done and when she regained her legs, she was still the same playful, innocent, happy little girl that I had endured with for 7 years. I really seriously wonder if, after Ophelia passes, that I'll be able to go on. My heart is a sensitive one and the first two really devastated me. Of course, I know I will for Willow's sake and I even plan to buy two more, a pair of the same age potentially to "break" the cycle because I just know, I'm not strong enough to do this all my life. I give serious salute to those that can and do because it Is such a beautiful cause for magnificent little creatures that deserve and Enjoy every second of the little lives that they're given and of course, I will always give what support I can to it. Love and Respect for the woman that wrote this article and for all the others that do this.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 18:21:48 GMT -5
Reading this brought tears to my eyes... I haven't had a ferret pass yet as I don't yet own one, but my rat passed in October and it was a lot like this.. syringing him meds trying to keep him happy... and his last day.. I knew it was his last. I let him do whatever he wanted, he stayed on my desk with me all day switching between his favorite milk jug house and his carrier filled with fleece. He even amused me by eating a little bit of food, when he hadnt been eating lately. Around 10 pm we were sitting on the couch and he kept trying to crawl into my lap, but I didn't know it. All I knew was he kept crawling out of his kennel, dazed out of his mind. He looked like he didn't even know what he was doing. I kept trying to put him back, pleading him to stay, telling him he needs to stay on his heating mat and get better, and not to be cold. Then he crawled into my lap, snuggled against my hand and I knew it was time. I stroked his little body as he got colder and I just knew it was coming. There was no getting him into a vet now. We intended to take him in the next day or the day after that because we knew he was going downhill, we were just hoping he could hold on until we could. But he didn't. He started shaking, and just moments later went still. I cried and held him for so long... long after he went stiff and cold. And I had to wrap him in his fleece, then put him in a cardboard box, with his name and date of death written on it. Then the final act of putting him in the freezer until we could make it to get him cremated... it was so terrible and I had to do it alone... it was so so hard for me, so traumatic. And just knowing he was in there for a few days was like torture. I was so happy when we finally took him in to be cremated... I wish I had brought his remains with me to Sweden, but they're still high up on the shelf at my parents house in the US <3 RIP Vergil. He was my very first rat.....
Yeah sorry I hijacked this with a rat story.. it just hit too close to home.
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Post by Sherry on Dec 30, 2013 19:40:36 GMT -5
A loved one is a loved one no matter the species. Never apologize for loving and grieving.
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Post by kraesmom on Jan 13, 2014 19:00:43 GMT -5
Rough day to read this. I had to put my dog, Wembley, down today.
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Post by Sherry on Jan 13, 2014 19:21:02 GMT -5
I am so sorry
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Post by Thérèse on Jan 14, 2014 5:35:38 GMT -5
Condolences on Wembley's passing. May your heart heal with the memory of the time you had together
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Post by Heather on Jan 14, 2014 13:49:19 GMT -5
A travelling candle is lit for your, Wembley. Gentle journey little one ciao
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Post by kraesmom on Jan 14, 2014 15:08:17 GMT -5
Thank you all. I didn't mean to hijack the thread. It just hit a little close to home. DH is burying him today in the backyard, wrapped in a throw blanket from the couch that he liked to sleep on and he's got his favorite sherpa teddy too.
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