My sweet little geriatric ferret died this morning at 2:15.
 
I've been expecting it, so I feel kind of at peace, without the draining
waves of sorrow, but I am grieving.  When I found out the extent of her
cancer last week, I bawled my eyes out for an entire night, knowing I was
going to lose her soon.  We put her on prednisone as a delaying tactic,
knowing it would reduce the pressure of the tumors but not destroy them,
and hoping to keep her comfortable in the little time she had left.  She
was such a sweet little thing.  I knew when she was so low on energy on
Sunday that she was leaving me soon...I was having trouble letting her go,
so she let go for me.
 
I feel peaceful, but hollow.
 
My sweet little lady will be missed.
 
cobalt
[Posted in FML issue 3664]