Dark mask, big pink nose, tiny ears and a super fuzzy black tail that smelled like grape soda. Fidget was the quintessential ferret.
My boy was six months old when he took over our lives and for the next seven and a half years he ruled with a gentle fuzzy paw. Fidget loved adventure and just waking up was as good an excuse as he needed. For seven and a half years Fidget showed us silly humans what it was to really have FUN! To live with abandon, not worrying about what might happen if you jumped off the bed, fell to the floor and careened into the door on your full-out race to...wherever. He would have had a complete BLAST in Westover Park. I'm just sorry I didn't discover it sooner.
Sidekick little wooden boy summed up my little prince of a ferret best when LWB sent me the following note about Fidget, “Who knew pure joy would be so furry?”