I felt really bad separating the ferrets. I got Bran first… and then my roommate got one. She was dubbed the “little sister.” Though they were from the same breeder, the likelihood of them actually being related is pretty much non-existant, but she was younger and smaller, so therefore considered “little.” At least she was the smallest. When I left for two week’s vacation, Bran quit eating (separation anxiety anyone?) and she was suddenly the smaller one. So who knows.

I had this image in my head of Bran spending the next however long after I moved looking for her sister… But she hasn’t looked at all. I had her for quite a while before getting the second one… So she’s sort of used to being by herself. Best explanation I can come up with anyway. You’d think, being that she’s a ferret, that she wouldn’t remember… that she’d be used to having another one around and be lonely without her. She’s doing wonderfully. I’m relieved. I was really worried about it… Thinking that I’d have to scramble to get a second one as soon as possible so she wouldn’t be sad… Especially considering that she’d already started eating less apparently due to stress… Still not sure about that one. I’m taking her up to the vet for a check up. And I started feeding her something called FerretVite, which is a high potency vitamin supplement, and she absolutely loves it. So that’s at least a somewhat good sign. She is eating. Just not near as much as she should be.

Through the whole trip up here, she was amazing. She didn’t go nuts at all being in the small cage for three days straight. I would let her out in the hotel rooms so she could have more room to play. The second night, she managed to find a tiny little hole that lead up underneath the heating/ac unit in the room, and fit her whole self in there. I didn’t realise she was gone at first, and I could only hear her, and even once I figured out where she was, it took me a while to find her. All I could see was her tiny little nose sticking out. I couldn’t get a hold on her to get her out. I was worried that I would have to try to figure out how to take the thing apart. I managed to coax her out with a treat. The mechanic from Tennessee kept asking me about her, how much they cost, what it took to keep them… He really liked her. Anyway, she kept me company the whole time, gave me something to think about and give love to while I was totally breaking down over everything going wrong. I think she was just as glad to be home as I was.

Even though something isn’t right, she’s still as sweet as can be. She sits in my lap and such when I’m around in my room. She plays just like she always did. I still plan to get a second one. There aren’t very many breeders in Michigan, or at least not advertised on the internet anyway. There aren’t even pet stores like there were in Orlando around here. So I couldn’t go get one from a pet store if I wanted to. We’ll see though. I’ll figure something out. First I need to get Bran figured out. Then I’ll move on from there.