Every time I've walked in a pet store since i was a little girl I've always wanted a ferret. I just always thought they were so cool and they seemed like they would be a lot of fun. Well since I've moved out of my parents house to go to college, i thought it was time i got my own baby. I decided to get a ferret-despite all of the mean things people were saying about them (smelly, a lot to handle).
When i got Alan i was attached to him the moment i saw him. I took him home and from that day on he was the love of my life. Unfortunately only two months after i got him, he got fatally ill. The doctor couldn't exactly tell what was wrong with him because i needed to go to an "exotic" vet. I didn't have a choice though, i'm a starving college student with no money. I can barely afford to take myself to the doctor.
When i found this out about Alan, i literally cried for two days straight until the moment he left me. Now that he's actually gone i'm having the hardest time. Everywhere i look something reminds me about him. I keep blaming myself for his death, or that i could have taken him somewhere else that maybe could have saved him. i feel like it is all my fault.
He was such an amazing little boy, and gave me so many memories in those short two months. Anyways, wherever he is i hope he knows how much i love him and how much i wish i could have spent just one more day with him; and that i tried my very best to keep him here with me.
I love you Alan Brucey <3
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