I worked next to a pet store "Petland", here in Omaha. Everyday on my lunch break, i'd go over and play with the pen of Ferrets. I'd go back to work, with little bites and scratches on my arms. When I eventually left the job I was at, the owner of Petland hired me right off the bat. I worked there for two years, and saw a change of ownership to a lazy fuck, who stopped carrying the Marshall's Ferrets. Too expensive...

He went with a Nebraska Breeder, who did not hand tame. Everyone of those ferrets bit customers hard, enough to draw blood. You see, I loved the Marshalls ferrets, they were descented, neutered/spayed, hand tamed, marketed with a seal of approval. I ALWAYS knew I was going to get a Marshall's Ferret. Always knew it, until these untamed, wild, unruly, biting beasts. Except one...

He had this little black splotch across his nose. It was really cute, and he nuzzled it into everything like he was trying to rub it off. His paws were HUGE... the entire kit could fit in the palm of my hand but his paws were so large in comparison to the rest of his body. We had to wear these Khaki "Safari" looking shirts with these big front pockets, and I'd take this little dude around in my pocket. He'd peek his head up and look around, or sometimes just curl up into a ball of floof and fall asleep in there.

He'd get into my hood when it was down across my back and peek his head up over my shoulder. Eventually, he learned to ride on my shoulder itself. Walking across the back of my neck to get from shoulder to shoulder. He was so curious about everything! I kept him from being sold to so many people, just by keeping him with me. Eventually taking a loan from a fellow Petshop Manager, James Dragon (Yes, that is his real name) I ended up buying a large cage, bowls, hammocks, and a dooking little wonderful friend. *laughs* and two of his siblings who were going to be sent back to the breeder for having ECG. I nursed them back to health and saved them from being put to death.

I had my first business. His fat brother was Saetto, named for my favorite character in Fur Piled. The little Dark Eyed White female was Tahirii, named after my favorite Expanded Universe Star Wars Character. They've both passed before their big brother much to my sadness and grief.

But what to do for the name of this little, adorable, big pawed, fluffer with the black splotched nose. He wasn't a Marshall's, I said when I got a ferret I was going to get a Marshall's ferret. He was such a little mystery to me, he surprised me everyday with how clever his little butt could be. He was the perfect riddle. He was my "Enigma". I loved him so much, we've had so many years of enjoyment, and dooking, and stealing things way to big for him. He's slept with me, on me. He's "Sleeping, Not Dead" on me, way to often not to be considered the cutest thing in the universe.

These last few months, he's been showing signs of his age. 8 years old is an old man age for a ferret. He couldn't walk as well, he was stumbling. He'd sleep more then ever, even more then he did as a kit (when ferrets are bursts of energy and then 16 hours of sleep). He ate all the way up until yesterday with a ferocious appetite. Even if he was having trouble getting to the food bowl.

Today. my most precious friend. My first ferret. My beloved Enigma, passed from this world. I've been trying not to cry all day, to accept he's across the Rainbow Bridge. He's not in pain any more. He's joined his siblings. My original three are no more, and I'm left to care for his remaining newer sibling: My Poto, saved from a fate with her own deceased sister.

I promise you Old Man, I'll take good care of your little sis. My business, is now a sole proprietorship... and I'll make sure she's getting every attention in your honor.

Farewell my Dearest Friend.
November 29th, 2009- July 31st, 2017.


This wonderful picture was done by my very kind and wonderful friend  Charry~
He found out how deeply upset I was, and made me this using a photo my mate provided. I cannot look at it without tearing up. So many memories of my favorite dooker. Thank you Charry, you've no idea how much you've touched me and helped me with my grief.