Bucky Bucky Buck Buck my happy chappy. The first time I saw you, you were being carried up the path in a carrier, truth be told I heard you before I saw you, dooking with excitement, boy you were smelly and your little flea friends you brought with you. From the second you dooked into the house you were no doubt most comfortable being here. The kids were watching Ice Age when you arrived, we were discussing what to call you with your funny shaved patch at the back of your neck (god knows what you had been through) giving you a funny yellow wig. The way you walked we almost called you Donald Duck, then the crazy weasel in Ice Age came on TV and you started dooking again, my youngest said "do you want to be called Buck", dooky dooky dook dook was your answer, so you became Bucky Bucky Buck Buck. Introducing you to the other ferrets was so easy, you just walked into the hutch, kissed everyone and went to the food bowl, had your fill and curled up in bed like you belonged.
You were so skinny, dirty and smelly we actually had no idea what colour you were suppose to be. I was a pleasant surprise to find you were a golden sandy. It did not take long to get you fed up, you were never out of the food bowl. You got called my little seal because you got so fat, Fatty Arbuckle and the Christmas Ferret as you always gained so much weight for winter. Your antics were amazing, how you could climb the brick wall, sticking your tongue out at the others who tried. Always first out of bed when I called breakfast, dinner or supper, feeding time is never going to be the same not seeing your face peep out of the blankets.
Sleep tight my golden boy.
