Post by huronna on Aug 23, 2013 8:50:15 GMT -5
It seems like only yesterday that I can home from LA and opened up the drawer and looked at this dark furred ferret.
The last thing I was expecting was another ferret, but who looked up at me but Mr. Really. Was that only a little more than 3 years ago? It seems like he was always here.
We never really knew what had happened to him or how old he was, the only thing we knew was that someone had him, didn't want him and let him loose in a parking lot. Someone else saw him, saved him and then called our vet to see what she could do with him because she was not a ferret person.
My husband took one look at him and say...you're coming home with me and from that instance forward he because Mr. Really because "he was really something else".
Really was a love. As gentle as a lamb and a lap ferret. He would sit on my lap for hours while I would watch TV. He would let anyone hold him, though sometimes he got a little squiggly. He welcomed ferrety visitors with open paws and shared his n-bones with anyone that wanted them. At the time we had Bonita (RIP), April (RIP) and Mac and Really moved right in and seemed like he was meant to be with them.
Really was inquisitive and some of you may remember the story about him getting into the kitchen cabinets and making himself comfortable in the crock pot.
He was so nosey that he would not only get into the kitchen cabinets, but would wind up in the drawers. There for about a year, we never knew if we would find Really in the silverware drawer or sleeping amidst the tea towels. We tried everything from Child locks, magnetic locks to velco tape. Nothing kept him out of where he wanted to go. So he trained us, We'd leave his favorite door open a crack and moved anything dangerous way up out of reach. Luckily he got over this habit after about a year HA HA
Really had the thickest fur and what a muscular little man he was.
He loved to play. Always running through the tubes and loved boxes and bags
It's funny how I took many videos of him but I didn't have that many photos. Though you can see he was quite the ham.
Really left us yesterday, Aug. 22, 2013
He started feeling badly on Sat night and was being seen and treated by the vet for possible insulinoma and kidney problems. But I guess the real problem lay way beneath the surface. Joe had taken Really for his Sub Q fluids in the morning and then never left the house. He just had a sense of worry. Around 2 in the afternoon, he heard a whimper and ran to the bedroom to find Really in distress. It only took him 15 minutes to call the vet and get there. But it was too late. Really died of an aneurism and his stomach was already full of blood. (The vet did the autopsy right away)
We all thought that he was on the way to recovery or stability with meds, but we were all wrong.
Fly high my little friend..
Crossing The Bridge
The rainbow bridge came today
To take you away
Now you dance on meadows of green
Each and everyday
All those precious memories
In my mind will never part
Our love for one another
Is secure within my heart
When stars sparkle in the night
Just one I'll name for you
To remind me of the little things
You use to do
So dance on my little one
With all your strength and pride
I'll never walk alone
You'll be always at my side
Oh how I'll miss so much
The days when we did play
And all the little noises
You did say
You were my little actor
You never missed a beat
Oh how I miss them nibbles
At my ankles and my feet
I know that you are safe now
I see you oh so clear
Thank you for our memories
Forever I'll hold dear
I love you now ... as then
I hope that you knew
For there will never be another
Just like you
©.PJ.04/21/05.©
The last thing I was expecting was another ferret, but who looked up at me but Mr. Really. Was that only a little more than 3 years ago? It seems like he was always here.
We never really knew what had happened to him or how old he was, the only thing we knew was that someone had him, didn't want him and let him loose in a parking lot. Someone else saw him, saved him and then called our vet to see what she could do with him because she was not a ferret person.
My husband took one look at him and say...you're coming home with me and from that instance forward he because Mr. Really because "he was really something else".
Really was a love. As gentle as a lamb and a lap ferret. He would sit on my lap for hours while I would watch TV. He would let anyone hold him, though sometimes he got a little squiggly. He welcomed ferrety visitors with open paws and shared his n-bones with anyone that wanted them. At the time we had Bonita (RIP), April (RIP) and Mac and Really moved right in and seemed like he was meant to be with them.
Really was inquisitive and some of you may remember the story about him getting into the kitchen cabinets and making himself comfortable in the crock pot.
He was so nosey that he would not only get into the kitchen cabinets, but would wind up in the drawers. There for about a year, we never knew if we would find Really in the silverware drawer or sleeping amidst the tea towels. We tried everything from Child locks, magnetic locks to velco tape. Nothing kept him out of where he wanted to go. So he trained us, We'd leave his favorite door open a crack and moved anything dangerous way up out of reach. Luckily he got over this habit after about a year HA HA
Really had the thickest fur and what a muscular little man he was.
He loved to play. Always running through the tubes and loved boxes and bags
It's funny how I took many videos of him but I didn't have that many photos. Though you can see he was quite the ham.
Really left us yesterday, Aug. 22, 2013
He started feeling badly on Sat night and was being seen and treated by the vet for possible insulinoma and kidney problems. But I guess the real problem lay way beneath the surface. Joe had taken Really for his Sub Q fluids in the morning and then never left the house. He just had a sense of worry. Around 2 in the afternoon, he heard a whimper and ran to the bedroom to find Really in distress. It only took him 15 minutes to call the vet and get there. But it was too late. Really died of an aneurism and his stomach was already full of blood. (The vet did the autopsy right away)
We all thought that he was on the way to recovery or stability with meds, but we were all wrong.
Fly high my little friend..
Crossing The Bridge
The rainbow bridge came today
To take you away
Now you dance on meadows of green
Each and everyday
All those precious memories
In my mind will never part
Our love for one another
Is secure within my heart
When stars sparkle in the night
Just one I'll name for you
To remind me of the little things
You use to do
So dance on my little one
With all your strength and pride
I'll never walk alone
You'll be always at my side
Oh how I'll miss so much
The days when we did play
And all the little noises
You did say
You were my little actor
You never missed a beat
Oh how I miss them nibbles
At my ankles and my feet
I know that you are safe now
I see you oh so clear
Thank you for our memories
Forever I'll hold dear
I love you now ... as then
I hope that you knew
For there will never be another
Just like you
©.PJ.04/21/05.©
. Fly high Mr. Really.
