We rescued Bay and his sister, Pennelope, in the summer of 2005. (Unfortunately, Pennelope was extremely sick when we rescued her, and she passed only two months later despite our best efforts to keep her with us. We miss you, too, Penn-Penn.) Both of them came to me just as filthy as can be and crawling with fleas. In my house, that's unacceptable! I put them in the tub and gave them refreshing baths. I introduced the pair to my established brood, and everyone started bouncing and playing. It was a match made in heaven!
Bay was quite a big boy. He remains the largest weasel I've ever had. His coat was gorgeous, and his personality just beamed with simple delight.
Of course, like any other weasel, he loved his naps. He would often sleep so deeply that you could pick him up without waking him. 
And, like all of my weasels, he just loved his treats. He was always looking up at me with that innocent face just waiting for his daily yum-yums.
My little Bay...you came into our lives quite unexpectedly and stole our hearts. A little piece of me went with you as I felt your last breath leave your body. I miss you, my sweets. Until we meet again across the Rainbow Bridge, sweet dreams.
XOXO,
mama & daddy
