This is a tough one. As some of you will remember, last summer, ECE hit my shelter with a vengeance. At the time I had about 23 ferrets in my home alone. The las of my gang to get it was Chena. He had only been with me a short time and was found at the Chena Lakes Campground near the outhouses. When he started to show symptons we began treatment right away. He did not respond as well as the others did and it literally took 3 months of force feeding and sub q fluids to bring him around. About 6 months ago I had a BG test run when He was not getting around as well as I thought he should for an older boy. Sure enough. it was low. We started him on pred and he developed the pred belly which did not help in his hind end weakness at all. But he got out of his cage every day and scooted around for a few minutes before finding a nice blankie to snuggle inside of. On Friday morning, I gave him his medicine as usual and he looked and acted the same, I cleaned out their litter box (he was housed with another insulinomic boy, Peek-A-Boo) Let him out for a fwe minutes and then put them back to snuggle down. Well Friday night, I was about to do my normal cage cleaning and let the main cage out to play while I cleaned out the others. I opened Chena's cage, but Boo just looked at me. I told him he was a silly boy and lifted him out to play, the I noticed Chena not looking at me as he usually does, my heart just stopped. I reached for him but he was cold. Boo had been snuggled around him. The vet figures he died sometime in the last 3 hours He dide calmly and peacefully in his sleep. There was no sign of trauma and no screaming seizures like Grandpa. With his best friend beside him, He just quietly slipped into the arms of my eternal father before I am sure that he RAN to greet his friends Roxie, Maggie, Grandpa, Jasper and Chaos, as well as Miss Kitty. It seems harder when you lose one that you have previously worked so hard on and fought so hard for. Diana and The Ferret Farm [Posted in FML issue 2804]