Tonight we lost our sweet Ferris. He was old and had been getting slow and was losing his hair. The last few days, it was obvious he was at the end of his days. We had moved his little hammock bed and his food and water to the bottom of the cage, as his balance was pretty poor. He hadn't been eating much and wouldn't even lick his ferret vitamins, which he adored.
In his younger days, he would "hee hee hee" and bounce all around. He loved chasing the cats up and down the hall, which was very funny, as he was so much smaller than the cats. He and our toy poodle cousin, Chloe, used to play until he got older. He could open the cabinet doors and would get crackly food packages out and hide them under Morgan's bed. He loved stealing chip bags or WalMart bags. Those went under the sofa. He gnawed the buttons off quite a few remotes trying to carry them around (and hide them under the sofa). He always hid Delilah's favorite pick squeaky bone and my hair brushes. He was quite a character and helped us understand the meaning of the phrase "to ferret out."
We had eight great years with this little guy. We will miss him.