I recently lost my baby, Gustavo, unexpectedly. He was my first ferret, my registered ESA for my BPD, and the light of my life. He was about to turn 7 years old. One day he was running around stashing toys, war dancing, and stealing my socks. The next, he was crashing late at night.
I did everything I could.
I truly thought he'd pull through, but the next morning he was gone. I felt like my world had collapsed inward. I screamed, I sobbed, and honestly, I completely lost my mind.
After I calmed down as much as I could, I showed Octavia her brother. She sniffed him, gave him kisses, and then buried her face in my arms. I had him cremated that same day.
Gustavo helped me raise Octavia from the time I brought her home at 3 months old. He helped train her, and he's the reason she's the well-behaved little girl she is today. We were both truly devastated by his passing.
After losing him, Octavia became much more affectionate, which is very unlike her usual chaotic self. Then I started noticing her doing things that only Gustavo used to do.
After meals, she'd run over and use me as a napkin. Gustavo always did that.
Gustavo was incredibly strong. I once watched him shove a 5-gallon water jug like it weighed nothing. If something was in his way, he'd throw out his arm and push it aside. Octavia does that now too.
Gustavo hated water. If he saw a bowl of water, his mission in life became putting it on the floor. He'd shove it until it spilled everywhere and then stomp through the mess. Octavia started doing that too.
Most importantly, Gustavo always comforted me when I was upset. Before he passed, Octavia honestly couldn't have cared less. But after losing him, something changed. Now when I'm stressed or crying, there she is. She sits in my lap, cuddles me, gives kisses, and even starts dancing around if I don't snap out of it fast enough, just like Gustavo used to.
I keep seeing little pieces of my boy in her, and honestly, it's helped me more than I can describe. Unfortunately, I also started subconsciously spoiling her.
Any time she seemed sad or depressed, I'd give her treats. I'd give her extra portions of food. I feed raw, and for so long I made two dinners every night. After Gustavo passed, I'd still make two bowls out of habit because I forgot he wasn't here anymore. Instead of putting the extra bowl away for the next day, I'd give it to Octavia.
If she didn't finish it, I'd give her the leftovers later after her post-dinner zoomies. So some days I'd feed her dinner and then turn around feed her a second dinner.
To make matters worse, I was making her meals extra special. Her favorite dinner is Pet Carnivore ground turkey mixed with water, a quail egg in the middle, a squirt of pollock oil on top, and a sprinkle of crumbled freeze-dried chicken breast. Usually I only do things like this for special occasions like, birthdays, after vet visits, or big milestones. But she got special dinners nearly every day after Gustavo passed.
During Octavia's most recent vet visit, she weighed 2.5 pounds. She's a Marshall jill, and according to my vet, she should weigh around 1.5 pounds. Just a month ago, only a few days after Gustavo passed, she weighed about a pound. I somehow helped this little stinker gain an entire pound in a month.
The worst part is that I didn't even notice. I thought she looked a little chunky, but I convinced myself it was just winter weight. The vet staff was incredibly kind and understanding, but they basically told me my ferret has booty cheeks and a hanging belly that's starting to brush the floor.
Their recommendation was less food, no treats, more playtime, and less time spent moping under blankets together for hours. Since I take her outside on a leash, they also suggested more walks and outdoor exploration whenever the weather allows.
I have no one to blame but myself, and I honestly feel awful. I'm following their advice, and hopefully by her January appointment she'll be back down to a healthier weight.
What really gets me is that I've spent years talking about how unhealthy obesity is in ferrets and how it shouldn't be treated as cute or funny. I've educated other owners about it.
Then I turned around and ended up with one of my own babies overweight.
I feel like a hypocrite.
I'm working hard to get her back to a normal weight. If anyone else has other ideas to help me get her to lose weight it be much appreciated. 🖤