It had taken about two or three months to get the damn permission from your mother, and after pleading, arguments and many 'no's' or 'maybes': she finally got it. You could buy your desired pet since childhood.

You'd wanted a ferret since you were 8, you knew how you wanted it, how you would keep it, you knew what diet it needed, what food, what vet, what care, what vaccines —heck, you knew everything.

You had the permit, one thing was missing back then, money and space; So you got to work, you started saving, you started arranging your room in such a way that there would be room for your little future roommate.

You waited another three months to get it, but finally, and after so much waiting, at seventeen, you would finally give yourself what you wanted with all your heart, oh hell, you were going to spoil it, love and cherish as if he were your child.

So it was one day after school, when you left early, you headed to the mall where you had already checked everything, with the money in your card and a big smile, you entered Petco: the manager served you kindly, and after some recommendations and explanations of the terms, you finally started signing quickly and paid. You didn't choose, the worker did it for you, but fate works wonders, and that barely one-year-old ferret fit you like a match made in heaven.

He was white, with slightly yellowish fur, dark eyes, like any ferret, elongated, of good weight and above all: loving.

The whole journey was a celebration of victory, you were walking with your hands full of your new pet's things, your backpack awkwardly packed, but you were happy, it showed on your face. Arriving home, it took you little time to put everything away and let the little creature observe and explore its new kingdom.

his name is "sonic" —interaction name for a ferret, right?— that ball of fur was fast, because he was already making a mess as soon as he touched solid ground in your room: he climbed into your bed, and looked at you, shit, they would be inseparable. Your babe