I will have to post this publicly and hope she can read this and know
she is not alone. I am so sorry for Alexandria. Regardless of how Ping
died, he is gone, and now her little Puma too? I cried at this last
post because I just went through a similar incident in July- still
too recent in my mind and heart. I first want to say that I hold no
judgment or even hold her responsible for the accident that took her
Ping from her. In July, my sweetest baby that was mine and all mine-
he didn't really care for anyone else, but would dance for me and when
I scooped him up would anoint my face with as many sweet kisses as I
could take, was diagnosed with cardiomiapathy. 2 days later, doing no
better on meds he returned to the vet and he found tumors in his lungs
and his GI tract, that was not allowing food to pass properly. With
the heart issues, and his age of 6 or 7 (not sure exact, since he was
unwanted by someone else, which breaks my heart alone thinking that my
great little guy was *unwanted!!!!*) he would most likely not make it
through the surgery.

Did I want his last minutes of his life being cut up? Did I want to
try for myself, since I felt like vomiting every time I thought about
having to go on without him? My love was too big for me to hold and I
had to let him go.

Apparently, I was not the only one heartbroken. He had 2 cage mates,
and 1 of them decided to sleep a lot, food was not interesting, not
even his gooey paste that he loved, or the 'Tone he usually lapped up.
Not the A/D, not the baby food, not the duck soup I got from someone on
this list, can't remember who, pre-ground and ready for mixing, that he
always loved. Nothing. Poops were normal, a few a day, so I was hoping
he was eating a little. I tried to finger feed him, nothing. Day 6
after my first guy was let go, I tried to "force feed", and that was
spit out- so like Alexandria, I decided that no price was too much to
save my guy, so the next morning, I called in to work, and went to get
him from the cage with my carrier to take him to the vet for some help
or something- and he was gone. Just gone. He didn't want to stay any
more, he wanted to be with one of the greatest ferrets to walk this
Earth, and I can't blame him-I missed my guy so much too. They were
best buddies, cage mates, sleeping pals, and wresting competitors but
still I had no idea that he would take is so hard, since they only had
a year together, and shared their space with another baby, out-time and
cage-time- who slept with them and played with them, and wrestled with
the best of them. She is lonely now, and misses a sleeping pal, but
her appetite did not drop, nor did she sleep any more than usual, or
stop playing- I know because I watched her like a hawk. Still am. These
little guys are so intriguing, and I am amazed that one of them can
just decide that they are done and want to go be with one who has
passed, but it happens.

Becky

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