Post by Heather on Aug 30, 2013 0:14:03 GMT -5
I've been putting this off, this is not my best place to be. I never thought that I would have to be here to say goodbye to Fun-Go so early in his life. Fun-Go came to me at about 18 months of age. He was a deafy...who had been shuffled through about 4 homes that I knew about. He had been labelled....biter, aggressive, crazy....the last person claimed him to be an aggressive biter who did not respond to any affection and would attack without provocation. A rescue transport got him to me from somewhere in Toronto. The note on his cage...keep hands and fingers away from bars. He had been "rescued" by this person along with 3 other ferrets whom he looked to as his friends. She kept them and surrendered him. She admitted that he was bonded to one of the little ladies but I could not convince her to continue to work with him or to surrender his friend with him. So he came to me....angry, scared and deaf. I took him out of the carrier and he tried to latch onto my hand. I put him down on the floor so he could roam and get tuned to the house he was now going to call home. He turned on me and attacked. I could hear his teeth as they slammed shut. He wasn't content to just nip, bite...he really did hunt you down. I became a pro at the ferret foot sweep. He was a beautiful psycho. His previous owner had taught him to eat raw and prey in hopes that this might cull his appetite for human blood. She had tried to reach him but he was caged almost all the time. The more he was caged the more aggressive he got.
He fought with a lot of the other ferrets but he developed a friendship with a ferret named Aremis, another deafy. Aremis had lymphoma and was receiving hospice care. He had good days and bad. On his bad days he used to like watching the ferrets play from under the dresser. Fun-Go would join him and just lay beside him and watch the others play. It was a bitter sweet friendship.
He eventually made another couple of friends a wee she-fert and her cagemate.....Boris and Natasha. Both deafies just like Fun-Go. She was turned in because she was a biter.
She liked having Fun-Go as a new friend and they bonded quickly. Kindred spirits. Both dumped because they were biters, both deaf, both afraid that someone would punish them for not understanding the world around them.
He was hugely smart, no playpen could hold him. He could climb just about anything. Christmas tree, baby gate, fence...he didn't care. There had to be something better at the top.
He was a proud boy. It was 2 yrs before I was ever allowed to pick him up and hold him close. He just one day gave a kiss and the break through that we were waiting for happened.
He was so good and then everything went so wrong. He started to sleep more, hide more....then I saw it...the stagger, the confused, glazed look. My heart sank. A BG of 2 confirmed my worst fear. Insulinoma. My beautiful boy, who had just learned to trust was sick. I watched my beautiful, independent boy try and fight this disease and I watched as it slowly destroyed him. The pred caused his body to swell, his fur to fall out, his lean muscular body developed lumps and bumps caused by his kidneys starting to fail because of the high dosages of pred he needed to keep the horrible seizures at bay. I promised him that I would never see anything other than my beautiful boy and that was what everyone else would forever see too. He allowed me to hold him now. Total trust. So 2 yrs after diagnosis, when his body finally started to shut down and the cancers started to cause him pain and the tumours behind his eyes robbed him of his sight I found myself having to say goodbye. He made no attempt to bite or scratch. He laid his head against my chest and breathed out his last breath. He looked up at me with total trust and was finally at peace with himself and the world. I watched those clouded eyes as the light went out and he traveled on. Away from pain, the weakness....and away from me....I miss him. My brat, my little snugglebeast. Why is it when we finally reach them, it's time for them to move on.
Goodbye my sweet boy. Gentle journey, sweet Fun-Go B. Squiggly
He fought with a lot of the other ferrets but he developed a friendship with a ferret named Aremis, another deafy. Aremis had lymphoma and was receiving hospice care. He had good days and bad. On his bad days he used to like watching the ferrets play from under the dresser. Fun-Go would join him and just lay beside him and watch the others play. It was a bitter sweet friendship.
He eventually made another couple of friends a wee she-fert and her cagemate.....Boris and Natasha. Both deafies just like Fun-Go. She was turned in because she was a biter.
She liked having Fun-Go as a new friend and they bonded quickly. Kindred spirits. Both dumped because they were biters, both deaf, both afraid that someone would punish them for not understanding the world around them.
He was hugely smart, no playpen could hold him. He could climb just about anything. Christmas tree, baby gate, fence...he didn't care. There had to be something better at the top.
He was a proud boy. It was 2 yrs before I was ever allowed to pick him up and hold him close. He just one day gave a kiss and the break through that we were waiting for happened.
He was so good and then everything went so wrong. He started to sleep more, hide more....then I saw it...the stagger, the confused, glazed look. My heart sank. A BG of 2 confirmed my worst fear. Insulinoma. My beautiful boy, who had just learned to trust was sick. I watched my beautiful, independent boy try and fight this disease and I watched as it slowly destroyed him. The pred caused his body to swell, his fur to fall out, his lean muscular body developed lumps and bumps caused by his kidneys starting to fail because of the high dosages of pred he needed to keep the horrible seizures at bay. I promised him that I would never see anything other than my beautiful boy and that was what everyone else would forever see too. He allowed me to hold him now. Total trust. So 2 yrs after diagnosis, when his body finally started to shut down and the cancers started to cause him pain and the tumours behind his eyes robbed him of his sight I found myself having to say goodbye. He made no attempt to bite or scratch. He laid his head against my chest and breathed out his last breath. He looked up at me with total trust and was finally at peace with himself and the world. I watched those clouded eyes as the light went out and he traveled on. Away from pain, the weakness....and away from me....I miss him. My brat, my little snugglebeast. Why is it when we finally reach them, it's time for them to move on.
Goodbye my sweet boy. Gentle journey, sweet Fun-Go B. Squiggly