my ferret died a month ago from throwing a blood cot.... the night after his surgery for his adrenal tumor.. I stayed during the entire surgery in the waiting room all worried about Spam's surgery,.. just wanted to be there in case anything went wrong or I had to make the decision to put him down if it was too bad. She said it was a success, everything was fine, and he had to stay the night there. Later that night before she left (about 9pm) she said he was lapping up some chicken baby food and doing fine..... I had work that night at midnight until 8:30am, and at 8:30 I was going to go straight to the vet's to pick him up... well I came in with carrier in hand and ready to pay the 600 dollars IN CASH for him. I was led into a room, still all excited and not realizing they were taking me into a different room.. not an examination room......
vet comes in... we had some brief small talk about how I worked all night and stayed up the night before worrying about my baby... finally only to have her break the news that he died. I was in shock. I didn't react at all... not until they brought out his body for me to say goodbye to..... that's when I broke down... she did an autopsy but it was too long after his death to tell what went wrong. she thinks it was a blood clot thrown, because the surgery site looked fine, and she's operated on hundreds of ferrets before so I trust her a lot.
I don't know.. I was considering two ferret kits next year from a responsible breeder, but no..... I decided against it finally. no more ferrets for me.... they're wonderful and loving but I loved spam just too much... I don't think I could deal with new ferrets.
I have his ashes on a shelf in a tin.. he was cremated by himself.. I am bringing him to my new apartment this Sunday, because I promised him a new life there... one without my evil step father condemning him to his cage all the time because he "smells" and was too rambunctious..... I let him out when he wasn't around, but even then my step father could "smell that he was upstairs"... god I hated him. 23 and yet I have to abide by the rules of a newcomer to the family? I think not.
at least I don't have to deal with him anymore come sunday.... why he has NO problem with my rats, mice, or any other pet is beyond me.. just my ferret and only when he was sick and stinkier than usual because of adrenal.. and then he wanted me to just let him die and get a new one! he now tells me how he was right, because I wound up spending close to 1000 dollars on blood tests, vet bills, and his surgery just to have him die anyway..
sorry.. that was a rant, it probably doesn't belong here but I had to let that out.