Storm had an accident last Monday.  she climbed on something she shouldn't
be able to, somehow fell, and broke her neck.  she was cold when I found
her.  I believe she passed quickly, as there were no sounds or signs of
pain.  we were just playing together that morning.  she was three in
December, and she had spent just over three years of her life with me.
 
Storm is special.  I guess they are all special, but in different ways.
when I first met Storm, she was extremely skittish, the slightest noise
would scare her.  she got less so later, but was not comfortable around
many people.  she felt secure around me, so whenever one of the other
ferrets beat her up, she was content to take it out on me.  she woke me up
early in the morning to play with her by dancing on me and nipping at my
feet.  Storm was also my only ferret I couldn't break out of a fabric
chewing habit.  many times I'd be sitting on my bed, doing whatever, and
looked down to see her decorating the edges of my shirt with tiny teeth
marks.  Storm was also an adrenal ferret, and had to go for monthly shots
of Lupron.  she hated injections, but she never got mad at me for taking
her there.  Storm was always generous with her kisses, however, I could
only handle it for about 10 minutes before my face felt really sore..
Storm was my jumping ferret.  almost all the jumping silhoeuettes from my
paintings were based on sketches and video tapes of her.  when we are
playing, she would jump so high that she'll fell back down backwards.
 
my upcoming art show will be dedicated to Storm.  it seems appropriate,
for if there was ever a ferret that will jump for the moon, that would be
Storm.  we hope that she is now dancing among the moon and the stars,
having as much fun in the skies as she ever did on earth.
 
we miss her terribly.
 
Birch, Dief, Sprite, Sand, Bear and Selina
 
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[Posted in FML issue 3721]