My little bright spark, my little firecracker, my Pukka Luna passed away this afternoon. I woke to find her lying on the floor of her cage, still breathing shallowly but ice cold with her eyes fixed. Whether she fell out of bed or couldn't climb in, I don't know. I picked her up and cleaned her off (she had lost bowel control) and tried to warm her up, first in a towel and then cuddled under my shirt. I thought about calling the emergency clinic, but the idea of taking her to a strange hospital at this point didn't sit well with me. I sat with her tiny little cold form next to my skin until she passed. There was nothing left of her, just skin and bones. Her poor little body wasn't doing her any good, so she left it. I let Eddie see her body, and I think he knew she had gone. He smelled her very carefully, but didn't try any of his usual pouncing or nibbling. It smelled like Pukka, but she wasn't there. He's never been an only ferret before, I worry that he'll be lonely. I buried Pukka in the woods behind my old apartment, near Lola and her beloved Sebastian. I think of her meeting him again, in her prime, my beautiful little champagne sable, the Punk Rock Fuzz, and being so happy. She was always such a little social butterfly, never afraid of anything. Rest in peace, little girl. I love you so much. Rachel and Eddie [Posted in FML 5982]