Sally, formally Sally Sasquatch--we never called her that, as it was insulting to talk about her big feet that way--was terminally ill, and miserable, and we had her put to sleep. That marks the end of the ferret period of our history. I'll take the cage and donate it to the local ferret shelter next weekend. It's a nice cage. It was bedroom to several ferrets, though our whole house was their home. They had the run of it only when were awake, though, as they were not to be trusted. |
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