Post by spacecadet71 on May 19, 2009 11:57:36 GMT -5
Thank you all for your sympathy. It means a lot. I keep waking up in the morning and thinking I need to go make his soup. For just that one moment I forget he is gone. And then it all comes back to me that he is gone. It was less than a month between noticing his weight loss, getting him in to the vet for a diagnosis, and then losing him. So fast.
His last day we had a little extra time before we could go to the vet. So my friend and I took him to a place where we could be outside. I set him down in the grass for a couple minutes, but he wanted to be picked back up. So we just sat there for a while. At the vets, while we waited, I also kept him outside in my lap. I got Reggae and his sisters, Rawnie and Riot, from a rescue. They had spent the first year of their lives locked in a cage and never knew what freedom was. I knew I was losing him, so I wanted his last bit of life to be spent smelling the outdoor smells, hearing the birds chirping, feeling the gentle breeze through his fur. We talked a bit. Well, I talked and he listened. I told him all about the Bridge and how much he would like it there. I told him how much I loved him. I told him how I wished it had turned out better, but we knew going into it that his chances weren't all that great. Toward the end, he snuggled deeper into my hand and sighed that contented little ferret sigh. It was a very peaceful and serene moment. I'm glad I had that with him.
His last day we had a little extra time before we could go to the vet. So my friend and I took him to a place where we could be outside. I set him down in the grass for a couple minutes, but he wanted to be picked back up. So we just sat there for a while. At the vets, while we waited, I also kept him outside in my lap. I got Reggae and his sisters, Rawnie and Riot, from a rescue. They had spent the first year of their lives locked in a cage and never knew what freedom was. I knew I was losing him, so I wanted his last bit of life to be spent smelling the outdoor smells, hearing the birds chirping, feeling the gentle breeze through his fur. We talked a bit. Well, I talked and he listened. I told him all about the Bridge and how much he would like it there. I told him how much I loved him. I told him how I wished it had turned out better, but we knew going into it that his chances weren't all that great. Toward the end, he snuggled deeper into my hand and sighed that contented little ferret sigh. It was a very peaceful and serene moment. I'm glad I had that with him.
