Mazie Servin

April 2025 – August 2025

Mazie wasn’t just a pet—she was a light in my life, a wild spirit in a tiny body, and the softest little soul I’ve ever held. From the moment she came into my world, she brought energy, chaos, and more love than I ever expected.

I always called her my little bear—not just because of her soft dark fur and baby fluff, but because she had the heart of a bold explorer wrapped in a tiny, fearless body. She would chase my feet across the room like it was her life’s mission, nipping and hopping with that mischievous joy only ferrets know how to express.

And when she was scared, or impatiently waiting for her food, she always ran to the same place—my feet. She’d stand right on top of them, like it was her safe spot in the whole world. That little gesture meant everything.

Mazie was pure instinct and magic: playful, persistent, intuitive, and so full of life. Even though her time here was heartbreakingly short, she made an immeasurable mark on my heart. I miss her every single day—but I know she’s still running circles around me in spirit, nipping at my ankles and watching over me with those clever little eyes.

You were deeply loved, Mazie. You always will be.
My little bear, forever and always.