Post by Jeremy's Boggle on Feb 19, 2013 13:27:54 GMT -5
Lindsey was the first ferret surrendered to the shelter that I picked up. The owner was going to start home daycare and thought she would drive off clients. Wimpy southern girl whose mother probably finally found the angle to get her to get rid of the nasty ferret. For Lindsey it was frankly the best thing that could have ever happened to her. She was in a small cage where she just lined it with clay cat litter instead of giving her a litterbox, fed her apples and feed her the cheapest off brand of ferret food.
We had just lost Momo so Sandi hesitated to ask us to take another older ferret. In October when Precious died I took Lindsey home with us as she wasn't adjusting to the shelter. She feel completely in love with my son. So much so that when we left her at the shelter in November to get her bg straight before coming back to us, she almost died from the grief of being separated from him.
She may have been 6 yrs old suffering from adrenal disease and insulinoma but that never slowed her down. She would play for hours. Tag was her favorite game. She loved chasing us down. If my son stepped in the room she magically appeared on his foot. She had no problem communicating her desires to us. She never adjusted to playing with other ferrets but she and our cat Sylvester where great friends.
Lindsey played hard right to the end. Enjoyed her bucket list activities and tried to explore the office the day she crossed despite the enlarged lymph nod in her belly. She ended up only being able to walk in a circle by the time she had crossed the office.
Lindsey crossed the Rainbow Bridge having lived this life to its fullest. She will always be a part of us and stashed a large part of all of our hearts there in her horde pile.
We had just lost Momo so Sandi hesitated to ask us to take another older ferret. In October when Precious died I took Lindsey home with us as she wasn't adjusting to the shelter. She feel completely in love with my son. So much so that when we left her at the shelter in November to get her bg straight before coming back to us, she almost died from the grief of being separated from him.
She may have been 6 yrs old suffering from adrenal disease and insulinoma but that never slowed her down. She would play for hours. Tag was her favorite game. She loved chasing us down. If my son stepped in the room she magically appeared on his foot. She had no problem communicating her desires to us. She never adjusted to playing with other ferrets but she and our cat Sylvester where great friends.
Lindsey played hard right to the end. Enjoyed her bucket list activities and tried to explore the office the day she crossed despite the enlarged lymph nod in her belly. She ended up only being able to walk in a circle by the time she had crossed the office.
Lindsey crossed the Rainbow Bridge having lived this life to its fullest. She will always be a part of us and stashed a large part of all of our hearts there in her horde pile.