Nissmo

Rainbow Bridge 10/6/06
Nissmo Sleeping in his favorite place - the bath tub

Another heartbreak has hit my family of fuzzies. I take this one harder because he wasn't ill. I had a rug I was thinking of putting in the ferret room. I stood the rolled up on end in the corner of the room and left it. In the morning when I go to work I usually put the ferrets in their cage and head off to work, but Friday I didn't because they seemed to be full of a lot of extra energy. So I closed them in their room and went to work. I came home that evening and let them out but noticed Nissmo didn't come out to play. I figured that he had gone into one of his deep deep sleeps and would wake up later and come out. I decided to not put the carpet in the room and moved it out to the kitchen to get rid of. By 9PM there was still no Nissmo and I was getting worried, by 10 I was looking all over and even checking outside. I went to bed at 1 but was unable to sleep and lay awake most of the night. I got up at 5 and started looking again..... I walked into the kitchen and my eyes hit the rolled up carpet......my heart sank and I knew....I grabbed the carpet and started to unroll it ......there he was............ motionless. I grabbed him and he was cold................... I can't stop blaming myself. Nissmo was an excellent climber and I should have known he would see it as a mountain to conquer. I should have known the dangers of him wanting to investigate the center dark universe of that rolled up carpet.

Now Sir Woozle lies at my feet depressed. He and Nissmo (August Archive...scroll to the 12th) went through a lot and now I am responsible for him missing his bud. I will always remember Nissmo for his unique characteristics that made me laugh.

He could always be found sleeping in the tub.

He was a great climber and when I was looking for him, calling his name, his little head would pop outta some of the highest places in the house.

He wagged his tail when he got really excited about something.

He would escape from his cage or the room and come running up to me and have this expression on his face of "Hey! Look mom I got out!"

He sometimes looked at me with another expression of thanks for giving him a better home. It was almost like he was asking if he really was getting to live a happier life than what he had before.

It is the last that makes me cry the most.......... it was my fault Nissmo and I am sorry.