I took Bobby Ferret to the vet today. I felt a lump in his abdomen during nail cutting last night. It wasn’t there last week. Unfortunately, my fear was confirmed. He has a cancerous tumor in his belly. Unless the predinsone slows the growth, he will go to the Bridge within a month. The prednisone might give him two to four months. It’s moving fast, so the prognosis of the longer time is not good. I opted to provide hospice support rather than more invasive treatments. He’s an older ferret and surgery or chemo would cause more pain/illness and be no guarantee that the tumor can be removed.
Bobby’s story. Someone found Bobby in a vacant lot in Spokane. His right front leg was broken and the left shoulder dislocated. He received vet care and went up for adoption. I am the lucky person who became his “mom.” That was five years ago.
He healed fine and is a wonderful little ferret. He loves to chase his remote control care, playing with the knit eggies, and cuddling. He also enjoys his Carnivore Care and stealing the cat food. He also is a little explorer. Outdoor trips are a blast for him. So much to sniff and dig in. He is a survivor.
Bobby was the name given to him by the rescue. I kept it.the name matched him and was his “survivor name.” I identify with him. He went through three sugeries, faced a lot of pain, and survived to be a healthy, happy ferret. He joined my family a few months after my brain injury. I survived too. His life changed because of his injury. Mine did too. He didn’t let the injury get in the way of a ferret’s life. I try to not allow my injury to ruin mine. I try to have a good “ferret life” so to speak. Losing any ferret is rough. He’s a special one.
Watching a ferret sicken and eventually having to make the decision to help him/her to Rainbow Bridge is so difficult and sad. I hate having to make these decisions. Yet, I owe it to the furchild to make the best choice for them. Quality of life over quantity. In the long run, life with ferrets is worth the difficult decisions and the grief losing a ferret brings.
Five years went by so fast. I was trusted with a very special ferret and he has brought me comfort, laughter, and now tears. Five years isn’t enough. Hell, 20 years would not be enough.