The Weasel War Dance

There are so many things going on in our brand new lives!

Bruin, Marley, Stubs, Kirby and I are tucked safely away in our new apartment. We live on the 12th floor of a high rise right around the corner from my work.  Dimitri went to a new home with a coworker and is happy as a clam with free range of a whole house.  I couldn't have asked for a better situation for him. Poor Marley hated his guts in our old townhouse, and stuffing them into even closer proximity made her miserable.  Since the big Meathead left she has become much more friendly and is even allowing strangers to pet her (I imagine snowballs are also flying in Hell).  I miss the polydactyl prince, but it feels like everyone is where they should be.

Bruin is a whole other story, but I currently don't have enough liquor in my system to tell it calmly. Let's just say that things are improving with the help of Vitamin Ace.

What I want to talk about tonight is my KirbyD. I thought that this year of loss was at an end; that I was done saying goodbye.  During the whirlwind produced by the move, I noted that Kirby wasn't quite "right", but didn't think much of it.  He seemed a little thinner, his eyes were a little bleary, but he still seemed like his old asshole self. Once I was moved in, he began to cough. A lot. I thought it was the air conditioner effecting him, but decided to bring him to work just in case.

Palpation caused his vet concern, and after a couple of x-rays, it's now clear that something isn't right.  Kirby's spleen is quite enlarged and it's probable that he has a mass. Ferrets are prone to cancer, and even though he's only 3 years old, it's highly possible that my buddy has lymphoma.

I am still weighing my options as to what to do next.  One thing I DID do, however, is to get him the one thing he's always been missing...

I went out in search of a baby, something I could get as much life out of as possible, but we came home with a gigantic 4 month old male who kept getting left behind at the pet store while the smaller ferrets got adopted.  I have never seen such a fat, ridiculous animal.  We're going to have to get this roly-poly fatso out on the harness STAT!

Needless to say, Kirby was more than delighted with his new pal. They've been war dancing together nonstop.  I hope this enriches what time he's got left. He's got a lot of playing to do :)