I'm hiding in my room at my brother's place in Wisconsin right now, it's all kinda unreal to me. The loss is resonating.
He wasn't mine, but he feels like one of mine.
Rascal sealed my decision to get ferrets of my own. Rascal made Palom's loss easier on both myself and Porom (who I'm sure would have delved into depression had it not been for Rascal's periodic companionship). Rascal's always been the Ferret That Is. He was old as heck for a ferret and yet I'm pretty sure Jess and I felt as though he would live forever.
I'll miss you so effing much, little buddy. Thank you for being the ferret who started it all. I'm so sorry I couldn't be there with you and Jess when you passed like I had hoped to when the time came.
(I am so glad I did this photo session with Jess in the fall. So. Glad.)