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My Name is Hildy and I Live in a Ferret Shelter By Nanette Thurber Fox Valley Ferret Rescue
Right now, my mom is taking care of twenty-eight ferrets beside me. They range in age from less than a year to eight-and-a-half. About one-third of them are waiting to be adopted. The rest are like me-permanent residents. They are permanent residents for a variety of reasons. Some, like me, are "special needs" ferrets. Maybe they need medicine every day; maybe something else is going on, like being blind or deaf. Some won't get adopted because of their age. Mom says that it is very hard for ferrets over three to get adopted, so she figures they are here to stay. Two of our permanent residents are young and healthy, but were mistreated before they came here, and as a result they are what mom calls "aggressive biters". Mom doesn't care though; she loves them just the same. She says she's been bit before and will be bit again and that she thinks they earned the right. I have heard people asking mom how much it costs her to keep all of us happy and healthy. She says she never figured it out and would probably cry if she did. She does tell people that she is currently going through the following supplies: 12-15 cups of food per day. She feeds us a mix of Totally Ferret, Totally Ferret for Older Ferrets, and Ultra Ferret from 8 in 1. A bottle of Ferret VitaSol every two days. She insists on giving us vitamins because so many of us had not been fed correctly before coming here. One poor guy had even gone bald because of nutritional deficiencies, whatever that is. He's fine now though. Just over 15 pounds of Yesterday's News Cat Litter every other day. She also makes sure all of us are up to date on our distemper shots, get yearly checkups from the nice veterinarian, and any other needed medical attention. About once a week she even gives us treats. I really like the chicken flavored soft ones (and she is spoiling me right now, so that is what we are getting lately). We would really like a couple of new ferrets condos, but mom says the old one has to do even though it is ripped, because they are just not in the budget right now. I know Mischa would like another one, he is willing to share, but Sweetie isn't. Before I go I have to tell you about Mischa. He was my brother at my old home. He came here a couple of months ago because he is six and has gone blind and our old owner says he just doesn't play anymore. He got a new name here too; he was called "Fathead" before. He likes it here. We all do. We all live in a big room with three open cages that have big towels hung as hammocks. There are lots of soft blankets to curl up in. We run and play with each other, sleep curled up together, have food and water all the time, and best of all, we are loved just for being us. Hildy died on January 9, 2001. Rest in Peace, Hildy. Copyright 2002 by Nanette Thurber. Used with permission. All rights reserved.
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