I have procrastinated for some time posting about our latest loss. It's not because Bash was more loved than the others, but I think because of the cumulative heartbreak of losing all three boys this year. Bash was seven years, four months - an old ferret as most pass in their seventh year. That said - I was not prepared. The afternoon of September 15th was an ordinary day. I had gone in to their room to tidy up and see them all (something that happens three or four times a day) and I had my hands on all three ferrets, including Bash. He was fine acting like his mellow, affectionate self. He ate, went potty, and 'helped' with chores. When I went in later that evening to check on everyone before bed I found he had passed, curled up in one of his favorite blankets in his comfy sleeping position. The fact that he went quickly is a blessing and I know that, but it doesn't make it any easier on my heart.
Bash was litter mates with Fiona. He was our largest ferret but he was a gentle giant. He loved to play with toys and had several stashes in his room. He came along shortly after the very unexpected loss of a very young ferret, Finn, to a congenital issue. Bash helped heal my heart back then for sure.
We named him Bash because he was so large but actually, the name ended up being perfect as he was a very shy, bashful guy. He has definitely left a void in our little zoo.
We are down to just two ferrets and these will likely be our last two for a bit at least. We have discussed and decided to take a ferret pause for now. The sad reality is that Tabby is 8 and Fiona is 7 so we may not have either girl around for much longer. I am loving on them both like crazy and enjoying the time we have left.
As for my sweet Bash - rest easy, little man. I miss you more than you could ever know.
