I've got some sad news. My little girl, Tequila, was put to sleep this afternoon. I checked on her last night before going to bed, like I do every night, and her tummy had swelled up at least twice it's normal size. I wasn't too sure she would make it through the night, so we brought her into bed with us and cuddled with her and let her know she was loved for awhile before putting her in bed with her buddies. I took her into the vet this morning and we opted for surgery to find out what exactly was going on. I figure she has been such a trooper throughout her adrenal gland problems, that I had to at least give her every possible chance. It turned out to be a tumor, as we had suspected. However, the size of it was just astonishing and removal of the tumor would have been next to impossible. Apparently what had happened was that the tumor split open yesterday and there was quite a bit of bleeding going on in her belly. My vet called me and had me come down and have a look at the tumor. And then we put her to sleep. Although I knew her days were limited, it doesn't seem to make this any easier. I am very saddened by her loss. I guess a big part of it is that she never appeared to be in any pain, so I can't believe that "she's no longer in any pain" thing. At least she died with lots of hair, thanks to the help of the FML I was able to find a way to medicate her effectively with the Lysodren, a big thank you to whomever gave me the idea of mixing the powder with Ferretone! What makes this hardest yet is that she was a model ferret: used the litterbox, never dug up plants, never bit. Too bad her sibblings haven't caught on yet. She was a sweet little girl and I will miss her very much. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest, somehow I know this will help me feel better. Holly [Posted in FML issue 1783]