Scamp didn't make it. 5 vet visits, abdominal surgery, $1600 in vet bills, 4 days of intensive care, and a 10 cent ear plug did him in. He'd eaten and passed 3 others with no ill effects. He took off for 36 hours last year and came home with over 40 ticks. He stole a half dozen $10 insoles, completely emptied a 40 lb bag of pine pellets in my closet, ate 10 peanut butter girl scout cookies, and won multiple photo contests here with his antics. But he was still the best d*mn ferret I ever had. But a 10c earplug killed him. He'd see me to the door every tie I went out and would be waiting there when I came in, if he was out of the cage. He could open drawers and cabinets, leap onto my bed, loved riding in my van and even, after 17 months, FINALLY made friends with Zoe Zoe. I'm so busted up, I don't think I can even think about ever getting another ferret. I have 5 Marshall's left, and they're all lovely and loving, but not little dynamos like Scamp.
DIP Little Buddy. Junior, Booger. Bubba. Scampers. Scooter. You knew all of your names and you made me laugh like no other 4-legged being ever. You stole a big piece of me I'll never get back.
Ferrets: Contessa Kitties: Watson, Oskar DIP Sinnead, Vincent, Boris, Zeus and Athena, Willow, Mr. Frodo, Indie, Lucrezia, Judge, Odin, Miss Emily, Suki, Cody, Aristotle, Butterscotch, Frankenfurter. RIP Herne, Ligeia, and Mr. Stubbs
I was sitting on the couch watching tv and surfing, like we all do, and Dago comes out from under, like he always does, and begs for treats, which he's already had. So I pick hiim up, as usual, but this time his breath smells like peanut butter and chocolate. If you recall, a box of 10 tagalongs went missing about the same time Scamp got sick. well, under the couch I found this