We helped Moe to the bridge on Tuesday evening. He was 8 and a half years old, and had been on Lupron for reoccurring adrenal tumors. He had been feeling punky for a few days, but Tuesday evening he was struggling to breath. Our vet did a blood test, and his blood glucose was good, but he was horribly anemic and not manufacturing platelets. He had almost no blood pressure, and the gasping was because he was not capturing oxygen when he was breathing. The vet had a name for what he was experiencing, but it escapes me. He felt there was nothing to do for him and we couldn't watch him struggle and gasp for air. He'd panic and then it would get worse. It was horrible to watch. I held him and talked to him and cried while he left us. He was one of my first rescues, back when I knew almost nothing about ferrets. I did know that living in a home with a two year old banging on your cage and never getting out was not a good thing. He was such a sweet, loving boy. He never tried to bite even when he had surgery for his adrenal four years ago. He just looked at you with those deep brown eyes like he understood that you were trying to help. He looked at me the same way on Tuesday. It was so hard to let him go, but harder to watch him suffer. Our vet did a necropsy, and he found nothing wrong with his lungs. The sac around his heart was filled with fluid, and he was bleeding into his stomach. Two-thirds of his stomach and a part of his intestine were purple, he said it looked as if it was dead or dying. He isn't sure what that is about, so he is sending tissue samples to UC Davis to see if we can learn anything. Sandee, please welcome Moe to the bridge. He has three other friends there, two others that went in the last three months. He should be met by Mort, Pearl, and Murphy. He won't ask for much of anything, but he'll be happy with whatever you give him. He was that sort of boy. We miss him. Kim in Reno [Posted in FML issue 3857]