Post by mjbez on Nov 14, 2015 23:58:05 GMT -5
It is with great shock and sadness that I write a tribute for my special boy, Bear.
He is my second ferret lost and my third ferret adopted. We adopted him about 6 years ago. He was my husbands pick, the last ferret left of a litter in the pet store. We loved his beautiful coloring and he bonded with my hubby instantly. It wasn't long before we figured out Bear was a very special boy. He had WS and was physically awkward and cognitively unique. He was the only boy for a long time in my "original" group of three. He had a very special bond with my second girl, Mika.
Bear was my vocalizer, often walking around dooking to himself. He loved to play in his younger years and attack feet as long as they had socks on them.
At around age 3 Bear developed and was treated for adrenal disease. He was otherwise a healthy robust boy. Two months ago I took Bear a couple hours away to get his des imlpant. The vet raved how healthy and robust he was. Two weeks ago I took Bear into the vet with a lump on his knee. I was relieved when it was simply a cyst and was drained. On Nov 5th my husband and I took our first real vacation to Florida. I had my dad's wife living in my house to ferret and dog sit. When I left, Bear seemed like himself. I got home last night, the 13th, and discovered Bear in distress. He was unable to use his back legs well enough to walk and was messy. He felt bony and was so lack luster. I immediately got on the phone to have him seen. The only 24 hour vet clinic in my area couldn't see him until the next day. I told them it couldn't wait and called another vet office's after hour vet in a town near by. I rushed him in and all of his vitals were low. Low temp, blood pressure, glucose, respiration rate. We promptly put him with some warm water bottles, and gave him some sugars to perk him up. After a bit of time it seemed to help. I was going to get a prescription of pred to fill for him the following morning. After he was a bit more stable I was able to take him home to syringe feed. I did so and set up a warm and cozy cage next to me for the night so I could wake up to feed and check on him. We went to bed at 12:30am. I woke at 5am and he was gone. I am beyond devastated and hurt. I have guilt for not being home with him for the week I was away. I had thoroughly prepped everything for my babies before leaving. I texted to check in daily. I have no idea how he declined so quickly. It has left me confused and heart broken.
DIP my sweet Pooh Bear.
He is my second ferret lost and my third ferret adopted. We adopted him about 6 years ago. He was my husbands pick, the last ferret left of a litter in the pet store. We loved his beautiful coloring and he bonded with my hubby instantly. It wasn't long before we figured out Bear was a very special boy. He had WS and was physically awkward and cognitively unique. He was the only boy for a long time in my "original" group of three. He had a very special bond with my second girl, Mika.
Bear was my vocalizer, often walking around dooking to himself. He loved to play in his younger years and attack feet as long as they had socks on them.
At around age 3 Bear developed and was treated for adrenal disease. He was otherwise a healthy robust boy. Two months ago I took Bear a couple hours away to get his des imlpant. The vet raved how healthy and robust he was. Two weeks ago I took Bear into the vet with a lump on his knee. I was relieved when it was simply a cyst and was drained. On Nov 5th my husband and I took our first real vacation to Florida. I had my dad's wife living in my house to ferret and dog sit. When I left, Bear seemed like himself. I got home last night, the 13th, and discovered Bear in distress. He was unable to use his back legs well enough to walk and was messy. He felt bony and was so lack luster. I immediately got on the phone to have him seen. The only 24 hour vet clinic in my area couldn't see him until the next day. I told them it couldn't wait and called another vet office's after hour vet in a town near by. I rushed him in and all of his vitals were low. Low temp, blood pressure, glucose, respiration rate. We promptly put him with some warm water bottles, and gave him some sugars to perk him up. After a bit of time it seemed to help. I was going to get a prescription of pred to fill for him the following morning. After he was a bit more stable I was able to take him home to syringe feed. I did so and set up a warm and cozy cage next to me for the night so I could wake up to feed and check on him. We went to bed at 12:30am. I woke at 5am and he was gone. I am beyond devastated and hurt. I have guilt for not being home with him for the week I was away. I had thoroughly prepped everything for my babies before leaving. I texted to check in daily. I have no idea how he declined so quickly. It has left me confused and heart broken.
DIP my sweet Pooh Bear.
DIP little Bear 
I have no idea if that would have contributed or not, given the amount. It could have been a combination of things that happened. Hindsight always leaves us feeling guilty. He KNEW how much you loved him, and if he was sick enough to go- he waited until you got home for him. He loved you as well.
