Tinkerbell came into my life about 4 months ago on the very night I had my old boy Dexter pass away peacefully in my arms. Before the shock of his loss registered my front door rang and there was Tinkerbell, a female twin to my foster Dexter. Tink was surrendered to the Toronto Humane Society, mostly bald from adrenal and suffering from insulinoma. The THS was going to euthanise Tinkerbell as she was considered unadoptable until their volunteers contacted the Ferret Aid Society and asked if we would take her. Of Course we would! The original plan was I would take Tink in overnight then bring her to the shelter the next day.... Needless to say that never happened and I claimed her as my foster. I still had duck soup mixed from Dexter so I went right to work trying to get Tinkerbell strong enough for surgery. A few weeks later we were able to afford her adrenal/insulinoma operation and she was strong enough to attempt it. I am happy to say she came through with flying colours. She started to regrow her missing fur however her insulinoma symptoms returned, we started to treat her with prednisone and she was doing great and enjoying life. Three weeks ago, I was awoken to the sounds of painful screaming. I ran to my guest room to find Tinkerbell in full seizures screaming in pain and confusion. It took the next 48 hours but thanks to around the clock care and an amazing vet we were able to stabalize her blood sugar levels enough that we were sure she was on the road to recovery. The first couple days were very painful to me as I watched Tinkerbell struggling to walk or even eat, during this time I kept wondering if I was being selfish keeping her with me. Slowly but surely she started to regain strength, she was enjoying her duck soup and starting to gain control of her back legs again. Over the last couple weeks she started to once again take interest in her surroundings and could be found clucking with joys as she wandered though my living room stealing treats during her run times. On Saturday the best thing possible happened. Tinkerbell was doing great. The sun was out so I decided for a change to bring my little girl outside. Tinkerbell loved it, she spent the longest time trying to dig up my newly planted flowers then found a pile of leaves and went snokeling. When she started to tire I brought her back in... When I went to return her upstairs to her room she started struggling so I put up the barriers and let her play around downstairs. Tinkerbell wandered through every room making sure to put her scents on every toy that Fizgig (her enemy) had ever touched then to my suprise walked to the food dish and started eating the hard food. After she finally found a blanket to curl up in I brought her upstairs and tucked her into bed. Later that night I passed by and found her chuckling in the tubes and hiding food in her bed. I sat down with her and she greedily ate a full bowl of her soup and took her meds. Sunday morning I came into her room to find her just barely breathing. It was like she was waiting for me to come in, she looked up at me to say "thanks for the perfect day" then after that her eyes went blank as that was the only thing she had left to do before she went to the Rainbow Bridge to romp and play. I may have only had Tinkerbell for a few short months and I will always wish it were longer but I am happy for the single perfect day that makes you know it was worth meeting and falling in love with the brave fighter. Good bye Tinkerbell Love always Paige [Posted in FML issue 3404]