Friday, March 28, 2014
This is a picture of Ragnar, and his mate, Rowena. They both got adrenal disease, and in January they had operations to implant a medical chip, which trickled medicine into their bodies to counteract the effects of the disease.
Ragnar got better. He still has some issues but he is doing ok, especially for a "past middle age" ferret. But Rowena didn't respond to the treatment. She lost her hair, and got sores on her body. It was very much like what happens to a person with chemotherapy. She got weaker, but we bathed her with a soothing shampoo the vet ordered, and kept medicine on the sores, and she had some quality of life.
Last week, however, it became obvious she was not going to be with us much longer. She spent her final days sleeping in her box, with her favorite hand towel, and she was not in pain. She died Wednesday, the 26th, around five in the afternoon. She is buried up on the mountainside, at the top of the meadow, with the other members of her colony who have passed on. Faye is up there, and Chloe, and Jasmine so she is still with her friends. It's a nice place, with a view, and I planted some miniature trees around it.
I wasn't going to say anything about it, but then I thought that people say anything on the internet is out there forever. It doesn't seem fair that when I croak , it would be as if she never existed. Rowena was a great little animal, who started life in terrible circumstances but didn't let that ruin her existence. She had a good life, and enjoyed it, once she came to live up here on the mountain.
Since a lot of our communications are by satellite and microwave, then it's fair to say that this picture of her and this little obituary will beam on out into space and travel forever, so the memory of her won't be lost.
Doubtless this seems a bit crazy but I don't much care. In fact, I don't care at all. It makes sense to me and that's what matters.