Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2013 15:51:49 GMT -5
Hi all. Today I am sharing the story of the life, and death, of my beloved and missed ferret, Adrian.
December 23rd, 2012 my parents walked into the living room holding a bag and handed it to me. I looked inside and there he was, a dark, calm, ferret. He was the sweetest thing ever. Would cuddle you for as long as you'd like, he was positively adorable, perfect in my eyes. The next day we assembled my Christmas gift (double Ferret Nation) and everything was perfect, with my two ferrets and my humungous cage. Then, I found out that Adrian wasn't normal, he was sick. I spoon fed him mushed up ferret food for a few days until the Holidays were over and we took him to the Vet. They ran some tests, looked him over, said he was fine.
His symptoms persisted. He was lethargic, he never did anything. He had funky poo's (we thought it was from the food change but it persisted for a while) he was just not normal, and did I mention he was only 6 mo's. He never played, he never wanted to. So, we took him to a different Vet, for a second opinion. They did bloodwork, xrays, and nothing. They said he was fine, but he had an enlarged spleen (which they weren't worried about). Finally, after a while longer, having to spoon feed him whenever he went on this benge and didn't want to eat or move, occasionally even vomited out of nowhere, I got an opinion from many different ferret owners and took him to a specialist. The same tests were done, the same things were said. They had no idea what was wrong with him.
Adrian was the love of my life, he made my day. He would use all of his strength to climb onto my arm and lay around my neck whenever I opened the cage. He would sit in my lap for hours sleeping, he would give me kisses and every day was a new day. He was very special to me. I made a promise actually the first day I got him that I would love him forever and always take care of him.
Then, January 4th 2012 (1 year later) I woke up one morning, opened the cage doors and as I picked the water bowl up to clean it out, there it went. The bowl shattered on the ground, I started panicking from what I saw. There was blood, it was all over everything. I was shaking, crying, I picked him up and there was blood dripping from his nose and him bum. I ran to mother, grabbed the keys and rushed to the Vets. The whole car ride there was in silence. Me, crying silently in the passenger seat. When we got there we had to wait because we had no appointment and it was after new years. When we got in the Vet came in and looked at him, she said it was time. I knew it was the right thing to do.. she said there was nothing they could do for him, that they had finally diagnosed him with stage 3 Juvenile Lymphoma and it was too late to treat. She explained that she was going to go get a shot that will make him go to sleep, and then she will take him to the back room and euthanize him. I started bawling. I couldn't control myself, me and my mother both were just crying our eyes out, heaving and trying to calm down. She came back and I held him in my arms, started petting him and help him close to me as he fell asleep and went limp. I kissed him, told him I loved him, and said goodbye.
It was the worst day of my life. I thought for sure I wasn't going to be able to live anymore.. the happy foot dancing of my other ferret, Neichei comforted me a little by the time I got home. I still miss him so much today, but Adrian's life before me was spent being passed around person to person for the first 6 months of his life, I think having a home for even the short time of one year was probably all he wanted, was to be taken care of and to have a home. I do believe God knows how we care about someone or some animal, and I hope to see Adrian again on the other side.
Thank you for reading, everyone.
December 23rd, 2012 my parents walked into the living room holding a bag and handed it to me. I looked inside and there he was, a dark, calm, ferret. He was the sweetest thing ever. Would cuddle you for as long as you'd like, he was positively adorable, perfect in my eyes. The next day we assembled my Christmas gift (double Ferret Nation) and everything was perfect, with my two ferrets and my humungous cage. Then, I found out that Adrian wasn't normal, he was sick. I spoon fed him mushed up ferret food for a few days until the Holidays were over and we took him to the Vet. They ran some tests, looked him over, said he was fine.
His symptoms persisted. He was lethargic, he never did anything. He had funky poo's (we thought it was from the food change but it persisted for a while) he was just not normal, and did I mention he was only 6 mo's. He never played, he never wanted to. So, we took him to a different Vet, for a second opinion. They did bloodwork, xrays, and nothing. They said he was fine, but he had an enlarged spleen (which they weren't worried about). Finally, after a while longer, having to spoon feed him whenever he went on this benge and didn't want to eat or move, occasionally even vomited out of nowhere, I got an opinion from many different ferret owners and took him to a specialist. The same tests were done, the same things were said. They had no idea what was wrong with him.
Adrian was the love of my life, he made my day. He would use all of his strength to climb onto my arm and lay around my neck whenever I opened the cage. He would sit in my lap for hours sleeping, he would give me kisses and every day was a new day. He was very special to me. I made a promise actually the first day I got him that I would love him forever and always take care of him.
Then, January 4th 2012 (1 year later) I woke up one morning, opened the cage doors and as I picked the water bowl up to clean it out, there it went. The bowl shattered on the ground, I started panicking from what I saw. There was blood, it was all over everything. I was shaking, crying, I picked him up and there was blood dripping from his nose and him bum. I ran to mother, grabbed the keys and rushed to the Vets. The whole car ride there was in silence. Me, crying silently in the passenger seat. When we got there we had to wait because we had no appointment and it was after new years. When we got in the Vet came in and looked at him, she said it was time. I knew it was the right thing to do.. she said there was nothing they could do for him, that they had finally diagnosed him with stage 3 Juvenile Lymphoma and it was too late to treat. She explained that she was going to go get a shot that will make him go to sleep, and then she will take him to the back room and euthanize him. I started bawling. I couldn't control myself, me and my mother both were just crying our eyes out, heaving and trying to calm down. She came back and I held him in my arms, started petting him and help him close to me as he fell asleep and went limp. I kissed him, told him I loved him, and said goodbye.
It was the worst day of my life. I thought for sure I wasn't going to be able to live anymore.. the happy foot dancing of my other ferret, Neichei comforted me a little by the time I got home. I still miss him so much today, but Adrian's life before me was spent being passed around person to person for the first 6 months of his life, I think having a home for even the short time of one year was probably all he wanted, was to be taken care of and to have a home. I do believe God knows how we care about someone or some animal, and I hope to see Adrian again on the other side.
Thank you for reading, everyone.
