Random Thoughts in My Head

I put Sam and Baby to sleep today. They were both very ill and their quality of life was nearly non-existent. Never had to deal with the loss of two at once. My heart is really heavy.

They were buddies until the end.

I’m feeling a bit blue. The inevitable vet visit for Baby was moved up by a day due to a schedule change in my day job and now it looks bad for both of my crap weasels since Sam started acting very poorly last night and has not pulled out of his slump. Have not had the new ferret with either of them for over 24 hours and while it could be stress, I think it is probably going to be time to say goodbye to them tomorrow at the vet.

Still wishing for that miracle to give them a couple more years of play time, but I’m also a realist and understand that they are both just probably at the end of their life.

Everything that has a beginning has an ending. I just really hate the endings.

This is Casper, at least that is what we are calling him for now.

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I got him yesterday. I am thinking he is going to be a part-time play buddy for Sammy, but I think they won’t be able to play together unsupervised for quite some time. Their first encounter was good, but Sam got a little upset during today’s play date so I cut it short.

First play date:

In the first photo they are sniffing each other. No biting. Hooray!

In the second photo you can see Sam, the darker one, is dealing with adrenal gland disease and is losing a lot of his hair. He has been balding since about April of this year.

See the beginning of his balding (mostly his tail).

He is only about a year old and when he crashed after his play date, he crashed hard! Slept for many, many hours.

Second day in our home I decided to introduce him to the little girl we call “Baby” or Lala. She seemed to perk up a bit at the smell of something new in our house, but in general she does not play, does not want to run around, and does little more than sleep eat and poo every day. She’s been like this for most of the summer. At just a little more than four years old, she does not seem to be long for this world. Last time we went to the vet when she was in a crisis (blood-sugar related) they upped her steroid again and said they were pretty sure it was lymphoma. I am pretty sure she will not be with us very much longer 🙁

She got a good sniff of the new boy and decided she was done so I put her back in her bed. I am taking her to the vet again on Friday and I have a feeling unless there is some new miracle drug to treat her condition and improve her quality of life, I will be putting her to sleep.

Anyway, for now I’ve got three cages going. Sam and Baby stay together where ever they get moved and Casper is on his own for now, here he is checking out the playpen while the other two are in a smaller cage. I think even with supervised play time I won’t be able to co-habitat the two boys together for quite some time and time is not something that Sam has a lot of. I foresee another new and/or young ferret joining us eventually to become a buddy for Casper.

I forgot not all ferrets come litter box trained, so he took a turn in the play pen while I cleaned out the ferret condo. He is pretty long and I fear he will eventually figure out how to escape this play pen. He was jumping and trying to climb on things to get out and I’ll be he will figure it out eventually. As such all visits to the play pen will have to be supervised.

And the cycle of crap-weasels continues.