I have no idea how to write this, it's still not really sunk in that she is gone, I keep expecting her to bounce up to me and demand I play with her, or to hear that familur sound of the bins opening, and things moving around on the surface as she helps herself to treats.
Poppet was totally unique, and special way beyond any written words... She pulled "cute" off better than any animal I have ever met, and her name really was perfect for her, she was a Poppet through and through.
From the day she arrived, she was a real cuddly bundle of joy, climbing into our arms, and cuddling right in to our chest, like she needed to feel and be at one with our heart beat. She turned up at the most opportune times, always ready to give a cuddle when you were feeling down, or unwell, or "just because".
Don't let this fool you though, she was also a monster often getting up to no-good, and then relying on her cute face, and a kiss to get her out of any trouble. She was a demon when you had socks on, attacking your feet mercilessly, enjoying making you dance, then when you could take it no longer, and picked her up to stop it, she would cuddle in, like that had been her intention all along.
She was so much a part of our lives, always there, racing us up and down the stairs, or bouncing across the bed when the alarm went off, or for that matter any time a phone made a noise while we were in bed. Before we could go to sleep, she had to have a drink of our bed time drinks, then some ferretone, before going off to find a place to sleep.
In the morning, she had to have another drink of what was left of our bed time drinks, and woah betide if you had drunk it all... once that was out the way, she would inspect, and attack every item of clothing as we tried to put it on.
Once we were dressed she would either get a lift downstairs, while having another drink of what little was left of the bedtime drink, or more often race us down the stairs, belting behind the front door curtain, and then attacking that as we pulled it open. After the curtain was thoroughly beaten up, she would run to the back door, and demand to be let out into the run, then once in the run she would run backwards mouth open wide all over the place, threatening to attack us, while we opened the door out into the garden.
Once in the garden, she would invite (demand) you to play for a few mins, until the other ferrets had woken up enough to take over.
From then on, she would power nap until you were next within range, where she would demand cuddles, or treats, even being the only ferret that could get up onto the surface and get her own treats if we were running too slow for her liking.
She loved the caravan, and I think she saw that as her home, and the house as the place she went on holiday. She walked on a lead, but would often come up and give you a cuddle, before getting down again, She loved the spoils of days out, being a connoisseur of cream, and well rehearsed in the best spot to get it.
This is the video:-
Playing with the wind chime She was so tiny, she could get into places the other ferrets could only dream about..
This was the last picture I just happened to post on Twitter of her, the night before she died, and I think this really is how I will remember "Poppet".
Sweet dreams Poppet.
Can I ask just one more thing, please go and find Aero for me, and thank him from the bottom of my heart with one of your amazing cuddles, for sending you to us in the first place. He set a very high bar for you to live up to, but I can honestly say you made it with style.
I can't even start to tell you how much I am going to miss you, between you and Aero, you have taken a huge part of my heart with you to the rainbow bridge.
Poppet