Today is a very bad day for me. This morning when I went to check on the cages and all my ferret kids, they all seemed to be doing fine. I was relaxing and reading the paper when all of a sudden I heard these loud gasping noises from the kitchen and ran in there. Max was laying on the cage floor gasping and seizing. I grabbed a towel and opened the cage and took him out. I held him and called for my husband. We both took turns holding him for about 30 minutes until the seizure passed--his eyes were open and set--we shook him a bit and moved him around and no sign of life. I checked his heart with a stethoscope and his heart was still beating. But after that seizure, we decided that our little emaciated hairless one had fought the long battle and deserved to be at rest. We took him to the vet. They put him to sleep. They thought we were going to leave him there to be disposed of. Of course, we said no--they put him and his beautiful new towel in a box and taped it all up and we brought him home and buried him in our pet memorial park by the grapevine with the statues of Mary and Joseph looking over him and our dog, King and our two cats, Sammy and Freddie. So at last he has crossed over the bridge. I feel very sad tonite and the other five ferrets have been very quiet today, not even making a sound. [Posted in FML issue 3095]