Swirl's obituary
Swirl Ansel Finch was helped along the Rainbow Bridge on November 24th, 2025, at 2:30 pm, in the arms of his mom. His surviving three Ferret siblings and human friend were also there to help comfort Swirl in his final moments, after a beautiful morning hiking. Swirl had an enlarged spleen spanning across his entire abdomen, adrenal disease, and insulinoma. He was a lucky ferret to live to 7 years old.
Swirl was adopted on December 18, 2018, and began his life's mission to follow me around, scheme to avoid getting his nails trimmed, and hate anything on earth except for his specific Ferret Food mix. Throughout his life, he stole people's hearts on hikes, on the kayak, and by hiding under blankets to teach unsuspecting sitters all about caution. He began a new chapter in his mom's life of loving, adoring, and rescuing ferrets. He was the Original Ferret of what would become 4 ferrets... because... Ferret Math.
Swirl began his first week by hiding behind couch pillows in wait for a hand too close for peace. He was a lover of leading his mom on by following her around, lingering close, then running away at the idea of cuddles. He won the wars, but his human mom (and brother) won the battles as we lurked around to cuddle with the unsuspecting, sleeping Swirl. He was the perfect first ferret. He was sweet as can be, never even nipped, and fulfilled all Googled/Youtube'd promises of a slinky snake with the psychotic mannerisms of a kitten on catnip. He lived a life of camping, kayaking, lots of naps, climbing up tubes to his favorite sleep spot... the space bed, being a pro wrestler, war dancing, dooking, cage raging in his car-cage on the way to trips, unsuccessfully trying to steal drinks of whiskey, staring at the household cats when mom wasn't watching, and hiking into pokey bushes to help mom itch her hand.
I can't even begin to describe how special and loved Swirl is by me (his mom) and so many. He lived a life of adventure, but it was never enough for such a short life. The days are slow, but the years fly by... way too fast. I hope he lives in an afterlife paradise with his passed-on pet siblings, and we meet one day again. He loved me every day of his life, and I will love and miss him the rest of mine.