Life moves on in this four ferret household

Jebabba's ashes are back, and Steve is going to pick them up for me sometime in the next couple days. (the vet's office is near where he works, about an hour away.) I still miss him a lot, and when I did ferret laundry yesterday, I set aside the bag he slept in or on for the last couple days he was with me. It smells like him, and I just couldn't bear to lose that yet.

But overall, I'm doing well. The remaining fuzz are playing like little loonies, and Frank is giving me even more kisses than usual. It's like they understand that I'm sad, and they're doing what they can to make it better. They're handling the loss pretty well too, but then, they were only with him for a month or so. Frank seemed to take it the hardest - he stuck pretty close to me for the day or so after Jebabba died. It seemed like he slept with Jebabba more than the others did.

Mr. Big is continuing to recover well from his surgery. I put him back in with the others last Thursday evening (a week after his surgery), and he had a blast running around with them and playing. The surgical site is pretty much healed up, and he's already growing lots of hair back (unlike my little Babbies, who never grew the hair on his belly back). Abby was very glad to have Mr. Big back in the fold, since they like to curl up together for naps. Nine times out of ten I find him sleeping with her. She curls up against him so it looks like he's spooning her - totally adorable.

When I'm able to, I'm going to write the post remembering Jebabba's life. It's still a little too fresh to deal with right now, but hopefully soon.

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