Hello, Thank you to all the wonderful people who emailed me with suggestions, thoughts and or prayers. This comes with a VERY HEAVY BROKEN heart with a HUGE VOID!!! I had to help Fred to the bridge about 6:15 tonight. When we went to pick him up he was totally not there. We decided to take him home and nurse the best we could to see if he would respond better being in familiar territory, plus no one was with him 24/7 at the vet hospital. And then take him to a more ferret knowledgeable vet Tues. However, it appears that he slipped into a coma. He stopped peeing and pooping on his own. They had to use a tube to feed him as he stopped swallowing. He totally had no knowledge that we were even there today. I knew in my heart my Fred was gone. I will miss the way he would follow me around and look up at me. I knew what his looks meant, one meant he wanted his pred and another meant give me my chicken/turkey baby food NOW. He slipped alot on the linoleum, he would get so excited and just bounce around with a look of pure joy when we would bring him in the living room and put him on the carpet. Oh that brought such happiness to me to see him so happy and full of life. And now he is gone! I can't grasp that! How do you go on when you have that one who takes a big piece of you with them!! That is all for now as I can't stop crying and have a major headache. My baby is in the ground. I made a little care packet for him to take with him on his big journey..I put raisins, kibble, a ball, and foam peanuts (the biodegradable kind). I kept the same packet for me to put in his memory box. I cut some of his hair off to keep for me. Oh and I put a brand new unopened jar of turkey baby food in with him. He should be set for the transition. I brought him home and let his cage mates see him and say their goodbye. One was his sister and one was his brother. We adopted for siblings from a local shelter June 2002 and they estimated their age to be 3 or 4 at that time. So he was probably 6 or 7 now. He is with his brother, Beethoven who went to the bridge Mar 26, 2004. He has his wings now and will no longer have another blood prick or surgery. And I no longer have my little buddy. We would play games when I medicated him. He loved some of it but would make these faces. And then beg for more. He was good at the prayer clasping of the hands thing where he would flick the syringes on me. I miss my little goober!! Thank you again for your thoughts and prayers - EVERYONE Melanie [Posted in FML issue 4893]