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Timeline/World: Through the Looking Glass – Atheria 3rd Generation
Characters: Graeme Elrendir
Race: Halfling – Elf (forest) / Human
Age: 33, physically about 25
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
Final Word Count: 756 words
I think we spent close to a year struggling to find means of getting that one ferret to stop being quite as stubborn as it was. Our final setup, before we managed to find the right person to talk to about things, meant that it had its own cage for sleeping at night and that cage was in a locked room that was mainly soundproof. It would still get out of the cage, it would try hard as it might, to get out of the room but it couldn’t. So, the messes we had to clean up were centred on that particular room.
At one point, I think we were just so tired of the whole thing where we had to clean up a good chunk of the house on a daily basis, so we were drawing straws. For the most part, we’d do the cleaning together, but when it wasn’t so bad that two people weren’t necessary, we’d draw straws. It was never fun and, in a way, I’m sure that we could have just set a sort of marker somewhere to remind us of who had done the last minimal clean-up, but we were just tired by that point.
Eventually, we got in touch with just the right person—exactly the person we get them from, I don’t know why it took us so long to reach out to her again—and we talked things through. She did remember the little exhausting brat in question, she did know how frustrating some of them could be and yes if need be, she had a place where the older ones that deserved their semi-freedom and the more exuberant ones could go and, yes, if we thought we really couldn’t deal with it, we could bring it back.
We did struggle with that decision, I’m not going to lie. We had brought that little ball of fur home thinking, even through the warnings, that we could manage something beautiful with it, but we were just exhausted at that point; if not physically, it was mentally and a little bit emotionally so.
So yeah, we brought it back, we were told that we weren’t doing a bad thing; that, in a way, we were actually doing it a favour since it likely would have something of a better life out there through that door. It did help lessen the feeling of failure that I was wrapped up in, but it didn’t take it fully away.
In time, that feeling did fade and the other two we still had, were angels compared to the third one. It was weird to settle back into a quiet house. For a near year, we’d had nightly issues, we’d had to clean up the house, we’d had to pick up messes after it. I mean, we’d even had to hide a lot of things in cupboards that were childproofed because it was that bad and nothing was safe.
I know it took me a long time to settle back into a routine that didn’t involve checking through the whole house every morning when we got up to check for trash or messes to pick up. We didn’t take the locks off of the cupboards just in case we might need them again, but we don’t keep them locked anymore. The other two are angels at this point.
I don’t really regret bringing it back. I know that its behaviour was beyond what we could handle. No amount of training had stuck with it, and we couldn’t keep on living the way we had. I think that, in a way, what kept me from feeling comfortable with the idea of bringing it back, at first, were the books I’d read on how things were before. On how animal shelters worked and while I knew that I wasn’t bringing it back into a shelter, the thought had remained.
Things have been just so much better since. Our lives are peaceful again, we have the other two little bundles to keep us occupied and they’re just enough of a handful for that. I’m aware that I should have listened when I was first told that it was a very stubborn one. I just thought that I’d be able to handle it. I’ve found my limit through this particular experience though and I don’t think I can complain about that. It has been a learning experience and not something I can ignore, so I’ll take that as it is, too. There’s little else to do about it.