Post by Deleted on May 4, 2015 2:04:48 GMT -5
A few of you might know that my family--I was younger than I think 8 at the time?--used to have three ferrets. I've remembered them fondly over the years and kind of feel like I'm the only one that really cared about them, and I felt they deserved a little something: they were here, they existed. They mattered.
My mom's ex-boyfriend got Mary--who the store sexed as a girl--and he and mom brought Mary home to meet me and I was ecstatic. What is this small, happy, slinky creature? I fell in love instantly, and showered Mary with attention.
It didn't take very long for mom to decide that Mary needed a friend, and seemingly out of no where--to my young mind--there was Buddy. Smaller than Mary, and very active, I was enamored. He never sat still and it seemed like he escaped the cage daily. I couldn't be happier.
A couple months later, my mom's ex's boyfriend decided he was done with his ferret. Now, this ferret was the reason mom had wanted Mary in the first place, so she and her ex-brought him home. This ferret will always hold a very special place in my heart. Pumper was an albino, and smaller than his cagemates. He was quick, but the most tolerant animal I've ever met, putting up with my dumb kid antics and generally being my best friend.
When I found out my mom was moving in with her boyfriend, I was devastated--what would happen to the slinkies and the cat we had at the time?
Luckily, we were taking the ferrets with us. Oreo I the cat was staying with Mike, but we were taking Mary, Buddy, Pumper and my betta fish Bluey. My mom even took me to pick out a new cat as soon as we'd moved.
Everything was alright for a while. I had three ferrets to adore and a kitten who would be my best friend for ~10 years.
But my mom and stepdad got a golden retriever, who wasn't a fan of the ferrets.
One day--I noticed no warning--the ferrets were gone. Sick of caring for the ferrets, of Buddy(who we'd nicknamed Houdini) escaping, and of the dog disagreeing them, my mom and stepdad had gotten rid of the ferrets--I'm still not sure whether they took them to a shelter or dumped them at a store, but they did learn that Mary'd been a boy the whole time.
I was devastated: I'd loved those ferrets with all my little heart, more than I think I've loved anything. I was 10, if that, at the time and now 22 I don't think I'll ever forgive mom or my stepdad for getting rid of them. I think I just grow saltier about it as time goes on: they took those three little lives into their care and, as if they meant nothing, given them up.
But I digress: I don't know what happened to my fursiblings, but I hope they ended up in a nice home. I know they're probably gone by now, but I think about them a lot and I miss them so, so much. I still cry about it. Whatever happened to them, wherever they went and wherever they are, I hope they were together and happy: they deserve the best.
My mom's ex-boyfriend got Mary--who the store sexed as a girl--and he and mom brought Mary home to meet me and I was ecstatic. What is this small, happy, slinky creature? I fell in love instantly, and showered Mary with attention.
It didn't take very long for mom to decide that Mary needed a friend, and seemingly out of no where--to my young mind--there was Buddy. Smaller than Mary, and very active, I was enamored. He never sat still and it seemed like he escaped the cage daily. I couldn't be happier.
A couple months later, my mom's ex's boyfriend decided he was done with his ferret. Now, this ferret was the reason mom had wanted Mary in the first place, so she and her ex-brought him home. This ferret will always hold a very special place in my heart. Pumper was an albino, and smaller than his cagemates. He was quick, but the most tolerant animal I've ever met, putting up with my dumb kid antics and generally being my best friend.
When I found out my mom was moving in with her boyfriend, I was devastated--what would happen to the slinkies and the cat we had at the time?
Luckily, we were taking the ferrets with us. Oreo I the cat was staying with Mike, but we were taking Mary, Buddy, Pumper and my betta fish Bluey. My mom even took me to pick out a new cat as soon as we'd moved.
Everything was alright for a while. I had three ferrets to adore and a kitten who would be my best friend for ~10 years.
But my mom and stepdad got a golden retriever, who wasn't a fan of the ferrets.
One day--I noticed no warning--the ferrets were gone. Sick of caring for the ferrets, of Buddy(who we'd nicknamed Houdini) escaping, and of the dog disagreeing them, my mom and stepdad had gotten rid of the ferrets--I'm still not sure whether they took them to a shelter or dumped them at a store, but they did learn that Mary'd been a boy the whole time.
I was devastated: I'd loved those ferrets with all my little heart, more than I think I've loved anything. I was 10, if that, at the time and now 22 I don't think I'll ever forgive mom or my stepdad for getting rid of them. I think I just grow saltier about it as time goes on: they took those three little lives into their care and, as if they meant nothing, given them up.
But I digress: I don't know what happened to my fursiblings, but I hope they ended up in a nice home. I know they're probably gone by now, but I think about them a lot and I miss them so, so much. I still cry about it. Whatever happened to them, wherever they went and wherever they are, I hope they were together and happy: they deserve the best.
