||2 November, 1998
||29 October, 2002
Dief was a xmas present for Birch, when I was worried she might
be a bit lonely. as a kit he was little brat, always shaking the
bars with cage rage when he was locked up, or screaming when he
wanted something. he went through a phase where he was idolizing
Birch, always following a feet or two behind her, but not so close
that she would notice him and beat him up. he was always hyper
when awake, and first Birch and I, and then Demon the kitten,
would get tired playing with him.
when he grew older, he became a very good boy. one day I took
him to a picnic, where I lost his leash. on the way home, he had
to go, but I didn't let him down since I was afraid he might run
off. so I stuck him in my backpack, figuring that I would just
wash it. when I opened my bag, I knew from the smell he had done
his deed, but he had done it in a plastic bag of litter inside
my bag. I did not need to clean out my backpack and from that day
he was the perfect boy to me. Dief almost never missed the litter
box (or bag) in his life.
Dief was diagnosed with insulinoma about half a year ago, and probably
had it for longer than that, so he was a bit low energy in general.
I could always rely on him when I need a ferret to nap with me, or just
sit on my lap while I read or work. Dief was deaf, so he never knew when
I call him, but if I wave my hand when he was looking, more often than
not he will come running for a hug. Dief was never a fat ferret, but he
did gain a few ounces rather rapidly when he discovered how much he liked
chicken baby food after an insulinoma surgery. he also loved to drink
orange juice out of my mugs. because he was so good, I took him to the
graphics lab with me often and he would stay on mine or somebody else's
lap for a whole day. Dief earned me a bonus mark on my splines project,
just by being there. Dief was also great with children, and had fun rough
housing with my friend's kids while never nipping. Dief talked in his
sleep often, and would twitch his paws as well. he was a bit shy of the
great outdoors, but would walk around a little as long as I am there to
pick him up again. indoors or outdoors, he was always asking me to pick
him up and hold him, he would grab my arm if I held it out, or put his paws
on me and look at me with wide, gentle, burgundy eyes. Dief wasn't a
particularly licky ferret, but he was always happy to give me a kiss. Dief
was a mommy's boy.
I know that he is playing with Storm now, full of energy again. we
miss him so much.