
When the vet explained everything to me, I guess I was in shock, and just trying to digest the information. I stayed pretty collected, until I got into the car, where I balled my eyes out. Couldn't go back to work, as my eyes were nearly swollen shut. Yeah, it was sucky. However, I've come to terms with everything: Max is being treated, he still plays and eats, and he's not in pain. I'm trying to keep a good sense of humor about it, since there is a chance that he may lose his beautiful fur and end up looking like a splotchy naked mole weasel. ('Rat' is derogatory to Max)
My next plan of action goes something like this:
1. Patent one of those rubber awareness bracelets in a color that hasn't already been snatched.
2. Buy some awesome ferret treats and spoil my little furry dude.
3. Continue pushing Kentucky to legalize marijuana, so Max can get a medical card. I'll strap him in his little red harness and we'll go for a leisurely little walk to the compassion center, where we can pick up his Rx.
Regardless of the bad news I got, the vet also gave Maximus some meaningful compliments:
He has excellent teeth for a ferret (even though he has a tiny gap between his two front bottom teeth...which are too small for braces)
He has beautiful fur.
He is a happy ferret with a friendly demeanor.
According to Dr. Dalhaussen, Maximus is very well-behaved, and withstood a very painful shot without whining, biting, or any type of aggressive reaction common to other ferrets getting the same shot. No lie, I was really proud of him for being such a trooper. I think I cried and whined enough for both of us!
All is not lost, just new challenges ahead. One love.
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