Rhiannon (1993-2000), my first ferret, just passed away on June 5. She was losing a year long battle with cancer and was so gaunt and emaciated that I could hardly bare to look at her. Most of her hair had fallen out and she could barely get around. Still, she was sweet and loving till the end. For those of you who knew my sweet fuzzball, remember her with fondness, always.
	Geneveve is the youngest and second of my ferrets. She is the eternal "wired weasel" always ready to play and always into something she shouldn't be in. Rhia and Genny didn't get along at first but eventually became inseperable. I think Genny will miss Rhia the most.
	Branwen was a Christmas present to some kid from his uncle. Rumor has it that the uncle bought her just to irk his sister (the kid's mother). When the novelty wore off, the kid stopped playing with her and must have stopped feeding her. My roommate at the time was installing a security system in this family's house and the mother asked him to take the ferret off her hands. When he brought Branwen home, she was so skinny you could count her ribs and the bones in her tail. She went right to work eating his shoe. Despite her terrible beginnings, she is the most loving of creatures and thrills in sticking her cold nose against my bare leg.
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