It is with sorrow and tear filled eyes that I write this.  Two weeks ago
Bear, one of the first two fuzzy children we have, had his rabies and
distemper shot given to him, so did the 4 other wonderful babies we have.
A week later he was kinda of pooped out all of the time, but that is part
of who he is, he just is the lazy laid back kind of guy.  We went away for
5 days to our daughter's wedding in California (by car from Missouri!) and
when we got back , I got my fuzzies back from the wonderful babysitter.
She told me he slept most of the time and she had begun to give him water
and baby food.  ( I keep a pretty descent emergency kit with stuff in it
and baby food was part of that) I gave them all bathes and when I washed
Bear, I was agast at all of the weight he had lost.  He was skin and bones
and nothing more, I called the vet and she told me to bring in him.
 
He has lost have of his body weight.  Walks on only his front two paws
and, (crying like she lost her best frind) so sad eyed and lost.  They
rehydrated him, took a blood count - 25 - and told me he may have
insolnomia <sp>, and then put us on a regiment of antibiotiocs, ADFeline,
diarehha medicine and Nutrical.  We have fed him food, Nutrical and water
every hour for the first few days and for awhile he seem to get a bit
better.  Sunday we went out to take care of a few needed things and when
we got back, I thought he was going to die.  His breathing was shallow and
he laid there like he was ready to move on.  I did not give up, and through
my tears I kept medicating, feeding and giving him water.  I stayed up the
whole night.  He did start getting better but then he got nasty, he has
been brutally attacking his siblings, even though he is still very wobbly,
and he is NOT playing, he is serious.  They all run from him now when he
is out.  We have seprated him from his siblings, and he has separate play
time now, but, in all honestly, what I am seeing in him, is a failure to
survive.
 
The vet said food and water every hour until he feeds himself, and we do,
but he hates that, he refuses in fact, but we give it to him anyways.  I
have water where he can get to it and have put soften food in his cage and
have tried everything I can to help him, but when he looks at me - I can't
say this but I have to - it is almost like he is saying - Mommy, I am ready
to cross the bridge.  I love him so much and I told him, if he was ready,
then he needed to go.  That we love him with all our hearts.  This hurts
so much.  I feel so helpless and I also feel like somehow this is my fault
that he is sick.  I know that for those of you who have had to deal with a
sick fuzzy baby, it is painful thing to have to go through.  I cry whenever
I read of someone loosing a fuzzy or them being sick and now I am on that
side of the fence as well and I am devastated by it all.
 
I am suppose to take him back to the vet in a few days.  I have been
calling the vet everyday with updates on his condition.  Today's call is
not going to be a happy one, and I am so scared of what will happen to him,
because I can see it in his eyes.  He is angry and upset that he is like
this and he wants to know why.
 
Thank you for your time and for the FML, I know I speak for everyone who
loves this newsletter, you all have been so supportive to those who have
needed it.  Now I ask for some of that support for Bear.  He is so sweet,
the one you can count on for a nice cuddle and a pleasany company.  He even
comes when you call his name.  He is the one you find, who is too young to
be in a pet shop, but his spirit moved you to lift him up and in one look
into those deep dark eyes, say, hey, your going home with me.
 
A very sad ferret mommy,
Whimsical/Kez Fizzygig
[Posted in FML issue 3383]