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Fang, the last ferret I share with my ex. The sweet little biting girl who we bought together as we were movign in together. The one who I worried about the most. The one who gave us the most scares. The one who was the most curious, energetic and mischevious. The one that came alive the most when I played with her. The one who hid behind her hammock when she knew she did something bad. The one I have not seen in over a year. My last little one has died.

Perhaps she is not quite as small and cute as mitten. Even though very much like mitten in many ways just a bit bigger and darker. I can't write this any more.