My Freya died sudden and unexpectedly in the early morning hours on 9/7/2012. She had a second adrenal surgery on 9/5. I brought her home on 9/6. But within a few hours at home, Freya's condition began deteriorating quickly. My husband and I rushed her back to the vet. The staff kept the clinic open passed closing time until we got there. They immediately tried to get Freya stabilize until our wonderful vet, Dr. Bob, arrived at the clinic. He believed she may have developed blood clots and took Freya home with him so he monitor her condition. He called about 5:40 am on 9/7 to tell me Freya had passed away. I found out later that Dr. Bob was very upset with Freya's death because he believed she was going to pull through. Dr. Bob is not one to give up on any critter. He does everything he can in hopes with providing them a longer and better quality of life. I would not trade him--or his staff--for the world. I have lost many ferrets over the years. However, Freya's passing has been a little more difficult to bear. I find myself second-guessing my decision about Freya's surgery. I could have elected not to put her through another surgery. But I felt if she did not have the surgery, I would be shortening her life as well as reducing the quality of her life. A week ago, I had a happy, wild and crazy ferret. This week, she is gone. Yesterday, I found her new hidey hole and pulled out a half dozen of bean bag critters she loved to stash. I am still looking for a few of them that I know were her favorites. She hid them very well :). I am comforted by the fact Freya was reunited with her sister, Siduri, at the Rainbow Bridge. The two of them were beautiful sable girls who had been together since the day they were born, until Siduri died 2 years ago. Freya was the runt of the litter. What she lacked in size, she made up with attitude!! The day of her surgery, she gave me kisses then bit me on the lip. That was my Freya. I still have two rumbustious ferret girls, Nonnie and Mony, who keep me focused and laughing at their antics. So, Bridge Greeter, if you see a beautiful, petite sable girl with attitude and a perpetual baby ferret face, trying to stash a bean bag critter, it is probably my Freya. Thanks for stopping by, Freya. Rest in peace my wild child. [Posted in FML 7547]