Three years came and went and 'Dookie' was right by my side. We had survived most of high school, several girlfriends, and all night cramming sessions, together. He was really one of my best friends. I took great care of my ferret, made sure to give him a bath, everyday. I cleaned his cage with special ferret deodorizer, three times a week. I made sure to fully ferret proof my house and give him the proper diet. And because of my ferret care those three years, 'Dookie' grow to be a strong and intelligent ferret. What was special about my ferret was the way he'd find a way to make me laugh, everyday. You know how people say dogs have personalities, and they do. Well ferrets have their own unique personalities, and to me, their hilarious, fun-loving animals.
At the rip age of 4, my pet ferret had reached his peak of life. 'Dookie' was a fully mature ferret, cunning and quick. But 'Dookie' was no match for one of his kinds most feared enemies; a reclining sofa aka ferret squasher. One day after a long football practice I let 'Dookie' out. I was always pretty confident about where it was he would go. Really, 'Dookie' roamed around the house like he owned the place. I knew that reclining sofas were potential ferret killers, my family had the sofa prior to me getting him. I see that my dad didn't look over his ferret information. Anyways, 'Dookie' had never, in the four years that I had him, climbed into the sofa. Keyword is 'into'. When my mom sat down on the reclining sofa, the chair folded up and there was a loud yelping noise. Right away in knew what had happened. I did not want to believe it at first. Worse, I could stand to look under the sofa, to make sure that's what happened to my precious pet ferret. Half an hour pasted and my mother came into my room. I'll never forget what she said, "All ferrets go to Heaven".

