Two weeks after my sixteenth birthday I received a miracle. A miracle that I believed would have never happened at the time. That miracle came in a form of a hyper active weasel/squirrel/cat/dog/two year old(No, he wasn't two when I got him. He acted like a little two year old.)/ferret. In fact he was a ferret. A ferret that I named Silly. I remember going to Petco and seeing him and immediately wanting him. I didn't even have to think about it. I wanted him. The guy let me hold him and he smelled pretty bad, but I thought he was the most adorable thing ever. I said I wanted him, and then the guy put him in one of the Petco box carriers, and he wasn't too fond of that. He kept scratching the box, and just being really rowdy. I took him home, and I was kind of afraid. Only because I had never had a ferret, and I wasn't sure what to expect. Hehe, turns out I was in for it. I told my mom I wanted to name him Silly and she thought it was a stupid name. She thought that for a while, but I think she soon realized that it suit him. Silly loved to sleep in the stove drawer in one of the old crappy frying pans. He'd nap in there for a while. He had a bunch of different places he liked to sleep, but I think that was my most favorite place he slept. He wasn't allowed to go in my room or my mom's room 'cause for one he'd get lost, and he'd poop all over the place. That's something my mom didn't like about him. He'd poop everywhere, and he'd steal things, and bite her feet when she went in the kitchen. I didn't mind though. He was able to make me laugh all the time. There wasn't a time he wasn't able to make me laugh. When he'd get really excited he'd make this cute little noise, and sometimes he'd bark. His tail wagged at times too. He was best friends with my kitty Gavin, and the two of them would chase each other around the house. Sylvester was afraid of him. Even though Sylvester could have easily squished Silly in a second 'cause he's so fat. Heh.. I used to tickle Silly's tummy, and he'd try to get away but I wouldn't let him. He loved to steal my iPod. It didn't matter where it was, he'd go to extremes to steal it and then hide it under the couch. That's where he hid his treasures. Under the couch. Or not under, it was actually in the couch. I remember if I laid on the couch he'd jump up onto it, and play in my hair. It tickled, and I would giggle. He was such a fun energetic little boy. I loved him so much. He soon became my best friend. He was always there for me, and he always made me laugh.. Then one day he started to act out of the norm. He just laid on the floor for a few minutes, and he didn't seem as energetic. We eventually brought him to the vet and the first lady said his spleen was enlarged, but we decided to take him to another vet to get another opinion. Turns out Silly's spleen was in fact enlarged, and that was because he had lymphoid cancer. The vet said he wasn't in any pain, and that all we needed to do was give him medicine. Silly wouldn't take his medicine at first, but then he started too. And then a month or so later he passed away.. and I found him... I woke up one morning, and found him in his cage... His mouth was open and his eyes were open, and he didn't look like Silly.. It was obviously him, but it didn't look like him. He was stiff, and he was lifeless... I started crying like crazy and I kept saying it wasn't fair.. I didn't want to believe that he was gone, and for a while I just couldn't.. I ended up going to school that day, and I feel bad because I didn't show much emotion.. and then I came home and I patted his stiff body and cried some more.. I wanted to close his mouth and his eyes, but rigor mortis set in already. My mom's boyfriend ended up making him a little wooden coffin, and he came to get him that day.. I put in this stuffed frog that he ran around the house with, and his hammock, and his food.. I had to say goodbye to him again, and I cried some more.. I didn't want to bury him. I didn't feel right having him in the ground with a ton of bugs to feast on him, and having him far away from me. So, eventually we got him cremated. Well, my mom's boyfriend cremated him. I don't know how he could do that, but he did.. I have his ashes now, and they're in my room. I still need to get an urn for them. Right now he's just in a jar, and he deserves more than that. Silly ended up dying before my seventeenth birthday. He died on November eighteenth, and I swear I'll always remember him. I will never forget him. Never.. He was too special and important to forget.. I just want him back. I want to be able to hold him again, and feel him play in my hair, and tickle him.. I want my baby back.. I'll always remember him. I will... I love you Silly.. You were my baby, and you always will be. I loved you more than anything, and I still do. Nothing will ever change that. Rest in peace my sweet baby.. 11-18-08 I miss you.. (And don't think I got through all that without crying. 'Cause I didn't.. and excuse any typos or mistakes.. I just can't reread it right now..)
Told you he liked to sleep in there. :3
