Oliver Zets

Oliver the ferret came into our life late last fall.  He was two pounds of fun loving fur. He also was a special needs animal, as he needed oral medications twice a day and a special diet.  He had been rescued twice, the second time by our daughter.  She was moving and could not take him to her new home.  With our adoption of Oliver he immediately entered our lives and our hearts.  He was six years old and with his past treatment, or lack of, and his medical conditions, we knew that we were hospice and that we would not have him for a long time.  We decided that we would do the absolute best that we could do for him for whatever time that he had left.

On March 1 we departed Western New York on a six week camping trip.  We ferret proofed the trailer, made sure that we had an adequate supply of his medications, loaded his favorite sleeping sacks and blankets, and didn’t forget the heating pad for his bed.  His travel cage was in the vehicle, but he usually traveled in my wife’s arms.  He had the run of the trailer.  He would sleep on my lap as I watched TV or read.  He enjoyed being carried outside in his sack.  Oh how his nose twitched!

As the days advanced we noticed that he was sleeping more and eating less.  He was not responding as well to his medications.  As we traveled South we were able to give him spring.  Allow him to feel the sun on his back and grass under his feet.  To dig holes in the dirt.  He loved to dig.  Then came the day when he could only lay in the grass.  Next morning he was unresponsive and passed in our arms.  I do not truly understand how such a little fellow could tear such a hole in our hearts with his passing, except for the fact that he gave us all that he had.

Oliver    3/12/2011----3/27/2017    RIP

Your caregivers, we miss you!!  Richard and Patricia Zets