by Kirsten Toussaint
(Ruston, LA, USA)
Bandit came into our lives on September 17, 2013 when we adopted him from the same couple whom we adopted another ferret from.
Our sweet little man gained his wings on May 9, 2014. He was only 2 years old. We do not know what happened.
My husband came home to find that he was not well and rushed him to the vet. The vet did what they could, but could not save our baby. My husband held him on the way to the vet, on the way home, and he held him until I got home from work.
I broke down like a mother who lost her child. I could not understand why my baby had to be taken away. We buried him in a special spot in my daddy's back yard so that we may go and visit him.
He has two brothers, GT and Bear. Bear will actually be moving into Bandit's cage since it is bigger. He won't replace the soul that was there, but he will carry on his big brother's legacy.
Bandit's nicknames were Asian, Bandido, Badger, Ghost Face, and Slinky. He was very sweet and absolutely hilarious. He loved to play hide and seek, tag, try to steal your socks off your feet, and stealing anything he could get his little paws on. His best friend was his big brother GT, whom he spent his playtime with.
It is Monday morning...3 days later.....This morning when I got up, I sat in front of Bandit's cage and talked to him like he was still there....Telling him how sorry I was that this happened and how much we love and miss him....then I talked about the good times we shared....I even thanked him for the playtime we had in my dreams Friday night and that he is more than welcome to visit my dreams anytime he wants.....
I actually feel a little better after having that talk....I miss our routine....Every morning when I woke up, he would be starting at my bedroom door waiting for his breakfast. The morning after he passed, I opened the door and he wasn't there to say Good Morning Mom!....I crumbled...
My husband has done so well being strong, though I worry about him and what he experienced. I always apologize to him for breaking down just about every day, but he says it's okay. I'm a mother who has lost her son. I need to grieve.
We love Bandit very much and will miss him more than words can express. Fly high our sweet little angel. Daddy and I can't wait to see you again one day.
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