From 1997 to early 2005, I was blessed with the companionship
of several wonderful pet ferrets. They've all gone on to a
kinder place, I know. And my home - and life - is a much sadder
place with their departure. No longer will soft noses and bright
eyes await my return. Neither will the comforting moment of a
cuddle in the arm just before the anxious, restless squirm to be
let down and explore. Gone is the shared joy over forbidden
cereal treats and the warm, rough lick thanking me for a brief
romp together before another lazy nap. Our moments together
were too brief, little ones, far too brief. Our time is warmly
and fondly remembered to this day. And often remembered with a
What a mug! O.K., I should have trimmed his nails before I
took the picture. He loved turning over trash cans.
Teddy II, the last of Bob's ferret companions, passed on in
January of 2005. Teddy was the oldest - nearly 7 years old - and
the gentlest of Bob's ferrets. On his passing, my heart was
broken; I have rarely shared my home since.
Trelot and Tutter - With the
help of the good people at FACT in Bristol, we located Trelot
and Tutter who had apparently been abused in their first home
but adapted to life at Bob's house very nicely. Named by my
nieces for critters on the "Bear in the Big Blue House"
television show (which I apparently remind them of...), these
two lively guys again came from my friends at F.A.C.T of
Bristol, TN. I felt like Teddy needed fuzzier companionship than
me after our mutual loss of both Taz and Rikki, so these two
came to our home. There were supposed to be Teddy's age, but I
think they were in fact much younger. Trelot and Tutter were
definitely bouncier than Teddy. Doubled their weight shortly
after arriving. Teddy seemed to have had enough of "new
ferrets" in his life; He tolerated playing with Trelot and
Tutter most days, but had nervous problems if he had to share a
cage with them at night. Teddy was not much pleased with the
addition of these two lively guys to our quiet household, and
was often tackled and nipped by his two new housemates, so I
kept Trelot and Tutter in their own cage for several months.
Eventually, Teddy decided to tolerate these two and I put all
three in the same (huge 6' high) cage.
Trelot had chronic stomach problems and, shortly after our
Fall 2002 move to Memphis, Trelot became seriously ill. After
many weeks of care and attention, I reluctantly let Trelot leave
us. Some months later in 2003, Tutter began to suffer with what
was probably a tumor, and - again - Bob and Teddy lost a good
friend. Teddy and Bob missed both deeply, but we know their
deteriorating quality of life had left us little choice. We
remember you both fondly, little Trelot and Tutter.
Trelot, after a quick snack
Trelot and Teddy at the house of their favorite vacation
sitters, Andi and Jef Damewood.
Tutter... he was always camera shy
On September 1, 2000, I went to to a great ferret shelter
organization (F.A.C.T. of Bristol, TN) and adopted Rikki Tikki,
a 3 year old guy. The process of introducing Teddy II and Rikki
Tikki, two "senior ferrets", to each other was quite an ordeal.
They fought a long time to be "alpha male", but they settled on
a compromise sharing "Alpha-ness" from day to day. Both Teddy
and Rikki seemed to appreciate having another fuzzie around,
even though they sometimes fought like crazy. Click on the
thumbnails of Rikki below for a larger pic.
Caution: Ferrets at Play
Playing ball was about the only team recreational activity
Teddy and Rikki could agree on. Click on the thumbnails for a
Rikki passed away in early 2001, again likely due to a tumor.
Teddy and I both were, again, devastated.
And below are some pictures of the late, great Taz, an
albino. Taz left Teddy II and Bob in late Spring, 2000. He had
suffered from multiple nodes of lymphoma, a cancer common to
ferrets. He bravely endured two months of chemotherapy and was
well and lovingly cared for by the good people at the University
of Tennessee Veterinary Hospital (special thanks to Dr. Isabelle
Langlois), but Taz just couldnít hold on. Those who know me know
Iím not much on public displays of emotion, but I cried most of
the day he left us. And still do when I look at these pictures
of my little lost friend.
Dear little Taz, I still miss you. And always will.