He was a lovely albino boy, who was very in tune with us, he managed to make us laugh for all of his life, until I can't help but shed some tears. I miss him in so many little ways, but I know they would rather we were nuts and happy than sad. Have fun until we'll all be together at Rainbow Bridge.

Rhubarb was a peacekeeper, if squabbles went on too long he would put himself between them. He had a fetish for tennis balls, preferably yellow ones, where he would move them about, and if the others felt like messing with him, they would move one about or he would hear it fall from somewhere..

change the bedding. He was very much a "mummies boy" I played up to it, I didn't need to really I love him dearly. Most photo's are where you'll find him and his brother Custard together, and I like to think that Custard came for him as they just couldn't be apart, shining stars that burnt bright.

I wonder how often they do these "wellness exams"? So many ferrets seem to be dying under anaesthetic, for simple ops & check ups making owners question it, I wonder what the risks are to truly exotic animals like the wolverine? Do they use a safer anaesthetic?

She has been amazing, but I expected nothing less at Gloucestershire and Somerset Vintage Extravaganza.