When I first moved out to Grand Rapids I was still getting my bearings straight when I met this little girl. I had a whole business of ferrets at home and I was out picking up some ferret supplies on a January night in 2005.
I passed one of the cages and there was a little kit (baby ferret) for adoption. The previous owners had purchased her from the pet store and returned her because she was "deaf."
This type of playing is about as involved as they ever got. But she tried. A lot.
Mostly she enjoyed playing by herself in boxes we cut holes in or dyer hoses we tossed around the place.
But, as you know from yesterday's post, Peppy was quite ill.
We took her in first thing in the morning and got her on some medication to try to stabilize her.
Unfortunately, as can sometimes be the case, her little body was tired. It was time to let her go.
I will miss her noises, her weasel war dance, and her adorable kisses.
Goodbye Peppy.
5 comments:
Oh Jennifer, I am so sorry about Peppy. I know how hard it is to lose a pet. They are a part of the family. {{HUGS}}
*hugs*
Sorry Jennifer, it is hard to loose our little furry ones.
They are our family and it's heartbreaking to see them ill. Hugs to you.
thank you. You guys are awesome.
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