My first ferret was Lucy. I got Lucy in early summer of 1997. She was energetic and got into almost everything. She would chase and eat bugs, she inspected the trash daily, and her main goal in life was to scale the kitchen cabinets so she could explore the countertops.

Lucy died October 21, 1999. She was only about two and a half years old, and I didn't know what I'll do without her. I loved her so much, she was my first ferret in every way and she was always the archetypal ferret for me. She was perfect, and adorable, and she used to groom me when she caught me lying down.

1997 - October 21, 1999