Journal

Entry 4: ???

Yesterday was my grandmothers birthday. It seemed like any ordinary day. To my dismay, I walk into her house to find her crying. She told me her ferrit that I talked her into adopting 7 years ago was dying of cancer. He had a giant cancer spot removed awhile back so we knew this day would come soon. She has had many ferrits over the coursr of her life, they all die the samr way so there was no doubt in her mind. I took a look at the little guy to see him laying peacfully in the middle of the cage instead of his soft bed as he usually does. He didn't move when I petted and picked him up. He was drooling slightly, but nothing else plus his eyes were as she said 'set'. 

His breathing lessened in my brief amount of time there. I'll admit I got a little teared up. I 'said a few words' under my breath; after my grandma had informed me that her first ferrit lived until he was 9. 

I didn't hear from her again, I expected to have to bury another beloved pet. I stopped by today to see he had 'magically' made a full recovery. My jaw nearly dropped as I laid eyes on the fully refurbished furball. Speechless, but could have been some kind of insane coincidence, but she said as soon as she returned that day only 4 hours after my visit he was starting to move around again.