Quasimodo died this morning, and it hurts so much. My big, fat, white, fearless (Well, almost fearless. I can remember once accidentally scaring him. He screamed and ran!), playful, into everything ferret. What a character he was, bringing so much laughter and joy to me, and a few scary moments too, like the time he pulled the floor vent up and got into the furnace ducts. He was unique.
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