Post by Sherry on Oct 14, 2015 11:52:32 GMT -5
In July of 2008, I was in the pet store shopping. I saw a tiny kit. Snow white with a huge black stripe running from the scruff of her neck, down to almost the tip of her tail, and circled it. Needless to say, this caught my eye. I asked about her, and the staff flatly refused to handle her as she had drawn blood on ALL of them. So I picked this little girl up, held her up eye to eye. Her head turned slightly sideways, then opened her mouth very deliberately and lunged for my nose. I was faster And thought- I like you! After a few more attempted nibbles, I put her firmly back, saying NO! After a couple of weeks, of going back and still seeing her, I told Cliff about her. Off we went to just "have a look".
Those two bonded from the outset. She lay in his arms, giving kisses. Only one she has done that to ever, to the day she passed.
Needless to say she didn't have to leave his arms, and she came home in them August 10, 2008
We very quickly learned this tiny wee mite had one HUGE temper! From relaxing when scruffed and immediately lunging to bite whatever skin she could connect with, to teaching us how LOUD angry deaf ferrets can be with a blood chilling scream which brought us running on the double, convinced the others were killing her. Only to find her draggin 3lb Vincent across the kitchen floor by HIS scruff, screaming all the while. He lay there and let her to it Protest pooper extraordinaire this little girl would stare me in the eyes, run to my chair, hop up on it, whip the butt around and poop while glaring at me (headwall) She even managed it UNDER the blankets on my side of the bed on evening.
Sinnead became her mum. Boris her wrestle buddy. And Vincent became her bonded mate. He would attack anyone who meant her harm, while she let him handle his own battles
She kept her stripe until almost 2 years old. Happy, and healthy
When Sinnead passed April of 2011, Lucrezia was devastated. She groomed her, and cried so hard before curling up on top of her and going to sleep. She had, to her, just lost her mum.
But when Vincent died December 2011, that was when we found out ferrets cry real tears. This ball of energy who couldn't stay still would lay curled up in our laps for hours, tears welling up, and tear tracks staining her cheeks.
Then she lost Boris April 2012 we thought it would take her. She had never been the same after Vincent passed. She became withdrawn and isolated after losing Boris.
She was finally able to bond with a new group after several months alone. She, although she accepted and bonded with them, was never the same with them. Rather she was the matriarch who ruled with the iron fist sans glove. Which they in turn accepted. But she had company again.
September 26 of this year, she had surgery to remove a mast cell tumour. She seemed to recover from it, especially once back with her friends to cure her severe depression. However she had her first stroke October 7/8. She was recovering from that, having water therapy, eating and drinking well. Yesterday morning when I brought her out of her sleeping den to feed her, she was "flatter" than she had been, and refused all food and water. After work I picked up some baby food and she accepted that from a syringe readily, along with some more water. I fed her at 4, and again at five. At six when I tried to give her a little bit it was obvious she'd had another stroke and was leaving us.
She passed in her papa's arms last night about 7:30 or so. She is missed [img src="http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h352/JW_2012/Emoticons/T_T.png" src="http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h352/JW_2012/Emoticons/.png" style="max-width:100%;"]
Those two bonded from the outset. She lay in his arms, giving kisses. Only one she has done that to ever, to the day she passed.
Needless to say she didn't have to leave his arms, and she came home in them August 10, 2008
We very quickly learned this tiny wee mite had one HUGE temper! From relaxing when scruffed and immediately lunging to bite whatever skin she could connect with, to teaching us how LOUD angry deaf ferrets can be with a blood chilling scream which brought us running on the double, convinced the others were killing her. Only to find her draggin 3lb Vincent across the kitchen floor by HIS scruff, screaming all the while. He lay there and let her to it Protest pooper extraordinaire this little girl would stare me in the eyes, run to my chair, hop up on it, whip the butt around and poop while glaring at me (headwall) She even managed it UNDER the blankets on my side of the bed on evening.
Sinnead became her mum. Boris her wrestle buddy. And Vincent became her bonded mate. He would attack anyone who meant her harm, while she let him handle his own battles
She kept her stripe until almost 2 years old. Happy, and healthy
When Sinnead passed April of 2011, Lucrezia was devastated. She groomed her, and cried so hard before curling up on top of her and going to sleep. She had, to her, just lost her mum.
But when Vincent died December 2011, that was when we found out ferrets cry real tears. This ball of energy who couldn't stay still would lay curled up in our laps for hours, tears welling up, and tear tracks staining her cheeks.
Then she lost Boris April 2012 we thought it would take her. She had never been the same after Vincent passed. She became withdrawn and isolated after losing Boris.
She was finally able to bond with a new group after several months alone. She, although she accepted and bonded with them, was never the same with them. Rather she was the matriarch who ruled with the iron fist sans glove. Which they in turn accepted. But she had company again.
September 26 of this year, she had surgery to remove a mast cell tumour. She seemed to recover from it, especially once back with her friends to cure her severe depression. However she had her first stroke October 7/8. She was recovering from that, having water therapy, eating and drinking well. Yesterday morning when I brought her out of her sleeping den to feed her, she was "flatter" than she had been, and refused all food and water. After work I picked up some baby food and she accepted that from a syringe readily, along with some more water. I fed her at 4, and again at five. At six when I tried to give her a little bit it was obvious she'd had another stroke and was leaving us.
She passed in her papa's arms last night about 7:30 or so. She is missed [img src="http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h352/JW_2012/Emoticons/T_T.png" src="http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h352/JW_2012/Emoticons/.png" style="max-width:100%;"]