Last week, while I was closing our sofa bed, Pookey got her head caught in the hinge. I immediately smelled her "perfume", and reopened the sofa. She escaped and hid under a cabinet. I got her out and was filled with horror- her head seemed crushed and had a gash, she was limp, and she seemed barely hanging on. We rushed her to a midnight visit at our vet, lightly caressing her and constantly talking to her softly to keep her aware of our love. I had little hope, but hope I had. The vet (a specialist in exotics) examined her, took x-rays and gave her pain meds and antibiotics, but on such a small creature could not do much more.
I did not sleep that night, and took the next day off, holding her, giving the meds every few hours and spoon-feeding her baby food. After a few hours she began to move around a bit, but was exhausted after a minute or so.
Pookey da Weezl is my ferret companion, and this is our online journal of fun, experiences, trials and tribulations.
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Tragedy Strikes
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