Post by Sherry on Apr 18, 2012 21:27:40 GMT -5
It's taken me a while to be able to write this. Boris was my best bud. My bubbaboy. My friend.
January 2007. I was helping to clean a house. As I walked to the bathroom to clean it, I saw this wee tiny face peering out from between the bars of a cage, like a little felon, paws gripping the bars while standing on the hind legs. Such a sweet looking thing. I asked about him, and was told by the owner's mother that her daughter had begged and pleaded for a ferret, and asked me if I wanted him as her daughter had decided this tiny baby was too much effort. I told her "no". I had 4 cats and a dog at that time, and didn't need, nor want another animal. Couldn't frankly afford it either!
However, every time I passed the room he was housed in, he would immediately stand up, grasp the bars, and look at me. J asked me if I wanted to see him. Of course, I said "yes!". We took him out of his cage and played for a time. Dancing and dooking like you would not believe, the ferret who finally got the name Boris kept trying to get me to play with him.
Finally, I talked to Cliff about the possibility of bringing this unwanted little fuzz home.
Which we did the following weekend. Cage, food, toys, box, everything free. Yeah, right! Free.
Anyway- I'd picked up a bunch of reading material to give this wee mite the best life we were able to. The biggest tip we recieved from the previous owner, and the books, was to "flick" the nose when he would nip. And the harder he bit, the harder we were to "flick" his nose. This wound up turning a wee baby into a major fear biter
He would actually lunge at us and bite. Hard. Drew blood several times.
But- we'd promised to give him a "forever" home, so I found a ferret forum, and realized where we'd gone wrong with the nose flicking. We stopped, and it took another 10 months before Boris started to trust again. He became, finally, a "momma's boy". During the interim, Cliff purchased Boris' brother Vincent from the petstore. The reunion was amazing to see ;D When Sinnead came in, they FOUGHT! Like you would not believe. Boris was determined this little 4+ yr old girl was going to submit. She was equally determined she wasn't going to ;D . It took 3 weeks for them to finally come to some sort of arrangement.
Long and short of it? They became so closely bonded that we almost lost him when Sinnead finally passed. That's when his IBD ran riot.
In the interim, we discovered a very bright little boy who could figure out almost anything! He could jump baby gate, open cabinets, push out drawers to climb up on cabinets, and would sit back and look at any problem before finding the solution. He caused no end of difficulties in keeping things "ferret proofed". They now had to become "Boris proofed" ;D
He very quickly became "my" boy! If Cliff teased him he'd come running for momma. I was his snuggle buddy, his safety net, and his friend.
My wee boy did well on his pancreatic enzymes for his IBD. As long as he would take them, that is. However- he was always a VERY stubborn boy. One day, he decided he would no longer take them. Nothing else worked. He had been prescribed a number of antibiotics, as well as pred, and finally imuran when pred quit working. He lost weight, became basically skin over bone. However- he always kept a fighting spirit! As long as he wanted to fight- I'd do whatever neccessary to help him. One day, he came to me and asked to be picked up. I did so, and he put both tiny paws on my chest and asked for help to cross to the bridge. How could I naysay him? My baby, my buddy, my best friend was TIRED. It was his time. So- we did the only thing we had left to do. We help Boris cross the bridge at the ripe old age of four years old
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We finally received his ashes back today, so I could finally write his story. I truly hope you can see what a bright star my baby has been in my life, and how much trouble he is now causing at the bridge.
January 2007. I was helping to clean a house. As I walked to the bathroom to clean it, I saw this wee tiny face peering out from between the bars of a cage, like a little felon, paws gripping the bars while standing on the hind legs. Such a sweet looking thing. I asked about him, and was told by the owner's mother that her daughter had begged and pleaded for a ferret, and asked me if I wanted him as her daughter had decided this tiny baby was too much effort. I told her "no". I had 4 cats and a dog at that time, and didn't need, nor want another animal. Couldn't frankly afford it either!
However, every time I passed the room he was housed in, he would immediately stand up, grasp the bars, and look at me. J asked me if I wanted to see him. Of course, I said "yes!". We took him out of his cage and played for a time. Dancing and dooking like you would not believe, the ferret who finally got the name Boris kept trying to get me to play with him.
Finally, I talked to Cliff about the possibility of bringing this unwanted little fuzz home.
Which we did the following weekend. Cage, food, toys, box, everything free. Yeah, right! Free.
Anyway- I'd picked up a bunch of reading material to give this wee mite the best life we were able to. The biggest tip we recieved from the previous owner, and the books, was to "flick" the nose when he would nip. And the harder he bit, the harder we were to "flick" his nose. This wound up turning a wee baby into a major fear biter
He would actually lunge at us and bite. Hard. Drew blood several times. But- we'd promised to give him a "forever" home, so I found a ferret forum, and realized where we'd gone wrong with the nose flicking. We stopped, and it took another 10 months before Boris started to trust again. He became, finally, a "momma's boy". During the interim, Cliff purchased Boris' brother Vincent from the petstore. The reunion was amazing to see ;D When Sinnead came in, they FOUGHT! Like you would not believe. Boris was determined this little 4+ yr old girl was going to submit. She was equally determined she wasn't going to ;D . It took 3 weeks for them to finally come to some sort of arrangement.
Long and short of it? They became so closely bonded that we almost lost him when Sinnead finally passed. That's when his IBD ran riot.
In the interim, we discovered a very bright little boy who could figure out almost anything! He could jump baby gate, open cabinets, push out drawers to climb up on cabinets, and would sit back and look at any problem before finding the solution. He caused no end of difficulties in keeping things "ferret proofed". They now had to become "Boris proofed" ;D
He very quickly became "my" boy! If Cliff teased him he'd come running for momma. I was his snuggle buddy, his safety net, and his friend.
My wee boy did well on his pancreatic enzymes for his IBD. As long as he would take them, that is. However- he was always a VERY stubborn boy. One day, he decided he would no longer take them. Nothing else worked. He had been prescribed a number of antibiotics, as well as pred, and finally imuran when pred quit working. He lost weight, became basically skin over bone. However- he always kept a fighting spirit! As long as he wanted to fight- I'd do whatever neccessary to help him. One day, he came to me and asked to be picked up. I did so, and he put both tiny paws on my chest and asked for help to cross to the bridge. How could I naysay him? My baby, my buddy, my best friend was TIRED. It was his time. So- we did the only thing we had left to do. We help Boris cross the bridge at the ripe old age of four years old
.We finally received his ashes back today, so I could finally write his story. I truly hope you can see what a bright star my baby has been in my life, and how much trouble he is now causing at the bridge.
Hugs and kisses to you and everyone in your home! 
He was lucky to have a owner like you that cared enough to let him go before he suffered too much.