Bruiser.
Bruiser lived to be about a year and two months old. Last night, he got very ill, and in a very short amount of time. He had a problem in his digestive track, and he was unable to go to the bathroom. He laid in the same spot for 6 hours, and I knew something was very very wrong. This morning we called the vet as soon as they opened, and me and my girlfriend took him down. The vet told us the only way for bruiser to get healthy was surgery. Surgery that cost $1,500. As much as we wished we could save him, we just don't have that kind of money. He was put to sleep to end his suffering at about 8:45 am this morning.
Today was very rough for me. I try to find comfort knowing that he is no longer suffering but I just miss him so much. Our ferrets are like our children to me and my girlfriend, and it breaks my heart that I'll never see bruiser again.
About a month or so ago, bruiser got into a storage cubby hole and somehow got underneath the floorboards in our apartment. We thought he would be gone forever and die of starvation down there but after hours of waiting and listening, we located him and I guided him to safety with a flashlight. I knew then that our little guy wasn't going to quit that easy. Last night and this morning I kept thinking he would pull through, he's our little survivor...
Now as I'm typing this tears are in my eyes. I feel like a part of me is lost and I'm having a hard time enjoying anything.
I guess I just had to let it out.
RIP Bruiser, love ya buddy
