by Stephanie W.
(Dallas Texas)
Well, I can’t say my fuzzy has had the best life. I got him when he was 2-4 years old from people who wouldn’t clean out his cage, feed him regularly, PLAY with him, and just down right ignore him!
Anyways, I got him for my 14th birthday (I’m 18 now). I was beyond ecstatic! He was my very first pet -not including your average goldfish XD- And I loved him so dearly.
Here was this Fuzzy, energetic, loving (which surprised me from the way he was treated), funny pet presented to me, how could I not be happy?
I played with him constantly. My parents never wanted to ferret proof the house, didn’t mean I didn’t ferret proof my room – except the door is about 2-3 inches off the ground, And he was too smart to be baffled by my attempts to fix it. He would slip under quickly before I could do anything and go running down the hall triumphantly while I chased him XD. Then when I cornered that lil fuzzbutt he’d attack my feet playfully (most of the time they were bare!). Throughout all the rough-housing, he never drew blood once.
He LOVED erasers. Since I’m a senior in high school and I love to draw a lot, I have a ton. And somehow every single one has gone missing (well he thought he hid them well, but I’ve found them, I just haven’t had the time to get that far under my bed to get them! XD). He also would steal my lil sis’s barbies, pens, and anything else that was rubber and was light enough to carry.
I Lost my baby boy Feb 17, 2011 (yes, a short 2 1/2 weeks ago from when this was made (3-8-11)). He had to be put down due to Insulinoma. I don’t think I’ve ever cried harder. We had my baby cremated and now he sits on my dresser, his cage taken down, washed, and put under my bed, and the room smelling like Glade country garden…
I don’t think I’m going to get another ferret for a while. Like I said, he was my very first pet. But when I do (because those fuzzies are just to hard to resist) I think I might adopt one from a shelter…
Wow, 6 paragraphs about one ferret XD just comes to show you how much you can love. From a tragic beginning to a somewhat happy ending, Stewie has had a fairy tale life (sorta). Here’s to you Stewie, I’ll see you again, I promise! I love you.
~Stephanie
