Ragnar and I loaded up and went to the veterinarian who handles exotics in North Georgia. I don't know why ferrets are considered exotic pets but they are.
He was good and slept in his carrier almost the whole trip down. At the doctor's office he played with all the cute veterinarian assistants and was a big hit. He has a lot of personality.
But things kind of went downhill when the Doctor came. He's a good guy. When my daughter was home she used to take her "Silkie" chickens to him when they got sick. So we've known him a long time.
He looked at the thing on Ragnars shoulder, and he thinks it is a tumor. It will be biopsied, and if it is malignant then other than palliative care to make Ragnar comfortable, nothing can be done. However, if it is benign he will have to have surgery but then he will be cured.
The Doctor said people really shouldn't get ferrets, because 33% of them die of cancer or adrenal disease before they are five years old. He said even a healthy ferret usually doesn't live more than 5 years, and it is hard on people when they die. Little does he know how right he is about that. But if their lifespan is short, they live it to the fullest and if they are cared for , they are very happy creatures with a lot of joy and comfort to share. So I think that when they pass on, they've had their natural time and it's ok, just like when a person finally goes on to whatever is next.
We got some very powerful antibiotics that Ragnar has to take for a week, twice a day. The Doctor doesn't think this is going to help, since I've already been giving him antibiotics, but he says that ferrets do get lesions that look like this, and we will try the antibiotics for a week.
Meanwhile, Ragnar enjoyed the young women fussing over him. He loved up to them, and put his paws on their faces, and kissed their cheeks. He enjoyed all the attention. Then he slept all the way home. He was worn out though, because he went to his box and has been sleeping since then.