Last night when I came home from a long late night at work my wife told me that the vet called. I could tell before she even told me that it was not good news. Romeo has been through hell... he was double adrenal... when he had his surgery he had damage to the Vena Cava (sp) which was not because of the surgery but because of what was happening to him... after that he had prostate problems (Dr. Turner saved his life)... after that he had a problem with medication (Dr. Talbott brought him back from a 13 heart beat rate per minute)... after all of that he survived. Earlier this week we noticed bleeding from the mouth. Romeo was taken to emergency for a quick check, then taken to the vet the day after. We lost our boy. This isn't intended on being a sad note... let me tell everyone about the good memories. I will remember when we first brought him home and my wife rushed to pick him up because she thought he was getting ready to poop... he hissed for the first and the last time...I will remember the cuddling and nap time together... I will remember the times that he would come into the bedroom to wake me up for work... I will remember watching him take his toys out of his toybox and drag them all the way across the house to put them next to my bed... I will remember that he NEVER bit anyone for any reason... I will remember the kisses. Romeo was a super ferret and more... I will miss my friend. Dave [Posted in FML issue 3616]