Post by lovethefluffies on Oct 28, 2008 23:55:58 GMT -5
On May 19 of this year I lost my heart, Maggie and I still cry for him every day. It is nice to be able to share that with others that do not just do not understand and tell me to have a real baby.
Maggie was my first ferret. I never had a ferret before, I was at work and this co-worker told me about a house mate that could not handle the ferret because he was allergic to it and that it needed a home. When I heard that he was just in his cage all the time, I offered to bring him home, I picked him up that very night after work.
I was told it was a girl, so we called him Maggie. After a while we realized that maggie was a he and that was not his belly button, oh well. At that point the name stuck after all he was really and it and Maggie knew his name.
Maggie loved cereal, loved it. I did not know at this point about the no-no of carbs.
Every morning he would wait for me in the kitchen until I gave him is cheerios. He really loved kashi go-lean with soy milk I am sure you all know how I figured that one out.
Maggie was my heart and soul. I got him when I was in a dark place myself and Maggie was my hope my love my light.
In time we added to our mix Farcus and Lolly. Maggie was our pack leader, and my kissie face. He was always there with a smile a hug and enough dooking to make anyone laugh.
When Maggie was 3 he went in for Adrenal surgery, and it went well. We bought him home but he was not eating or drinking. We bought him back to the vet. After a week stay in the hospital he was gone. Maggie had developed an ulcer that caused a blockage and when they tried to remove it his heart gave out. To this day the Vet is still in disbelief that this happened. Farcus had the same surgery about a month later and he is doing great.
I still go through the What if's. What if I had not waited so long to have the surgery. What if I had not separated him from his siblings the night before.
I was told that he should not eat or drink so I put him in a separate cage the night before. He was so stressed out that i woke up from him banging on the cage. And when I dropped him off at the vet he looked so lost. I would give anything to go back in time. I did not know that he could give himself an ulcer, from all that stress.
I still feel that Maggie is here with me. I have added 2 new babies to my pack Jack and Zoey and his death is what brought me here. i love them all and still I miss my kissie face.
I just needed to talk about it thank you for listening. It was such a sudden shock when it happened. And i have the vet bills on my CC as a reminder. Maggie was not a ferret he was my baby, my light that brought me out of my abyss, and as time goes by I still keep looking around because at times I still think that I am seeing him here. I can still feel him.
I have this amazing photo of him hugging farcus I will post it.
Thank you,
Avigail aka lovethefluffies
Maggie was my first ferret. I never had a ferret before, I was at work and this co-worker told me about a house mate that could not handle the ferret because he was allergic to it and that it needed a home. When I heard that he was just in his cage all the time, I offered to bring him home, I picked him up that very night after work.
I was told it was a girl, so we called him Maggie. After a while we realized that maggie was a he and that was not his belly button, oh well. At that point the name stuck after all he was really and it and Maggie knew his name.
Maggie loved cereal, loved it. I did not know at this point about the no-no of carbs.
Every morning he would wait for me in the kitchen until I gave him is cheerios. He really loved kashi go-lean with soy milk I am sure you all know how I figured that one out.
Maggie was my heart and soul. I got him when I was in a dark place myself and Maggie was my hope my love my light.
In time we added to our mix Farcus and Lolly. Maggie was our pack leader, and my kissie face. He was always there with a smile a hug and enough dooking to make anyone laugh.
When Maggie was 3 he went in for Adrenal surgery, and it went well. We bought him home but he was not eating or drinking. We bought him back to the vet. After a week stay in the hospital he was gone. Maggie had developed an ulcer that caused a blockage and when they tried to remove it his heart gave out. To this day the Vet is still in disbelief that this happened. Farcus had the same surgery about a month later and he is doing great.
I still go through the What if's. What if I had not waited so long to have the surgery. What if I had not separated him from his siblings the night before.
I was told that he should not eat or drink so I put him in a separate cage the night before. He was so stressed out that i woke up from him banging on the cage. And when I dropped him off at the vet he looked so lost. I would give anything to go back in time. I did not know that he could give himself an ulcer, from all that stress.
I still feel that Maggie is here with me. I have added 2 new babies to my pack Jack and Zoey and his death is what brought me here. i love them all and still I miss my kissie face.
I just needed to talk about it thank you for listening. It was such a sudden shock when it happened. And i have the vet bills on my CC as a reminder. Maggie was not a ferret he was my baby, my light that brought me out of my abyss, and as time goes by I still keep looking around because at times I still think that I am seeing him here. I can still feel him.
I have this amazing photo of him hugging farcus I will post it.
Thank you,
Avigail aka lovethefluffies