I'm not sure how much more of this my heart can take.
We lost Kaneda early last week. He had adrenal disease, which we were treating with Lupron injections because we didn't want to put him through surgery at his age. He declined very rapidly over the weekend before, and had increased neurological symptoms (difficulty walking, mostly). I made an appointment with the vet for as early as I could the following week, but he just wouldn't wait. The day he passed - one day before his vet appointment - I went in to feed him and found him in the middle of a seizure. I gave him a sugar/honey/water mixture in case it was low blood sugar, and Chris rushed him to the vet for an emergency appointment. They said his outlook was such that we should let him go, so we did. From what they could determine, either the adrenal went haywire, there was underlying (or concomitant) cancer that spread, or something of both.
Less than a month ago, he was fine. Active (frisky, really), a good weight, alert, eating well, you name it. And in a way that's good, because he didn't suffer and had only a few days of discomfort before he left us. And it was a painful decision, but not really a difficult one - there wasn't really any other option for him. But it was so terribly sudden. I was sure we'd be able to get him some help and keep him with us at least a few more months.
I'm still having a hard time processing it. I can't believe that we only have 2 ferrets. I can't believe I don't have any more little dudes. I can't believe how godawful *calm* it is around here.
I miss you, little buddy.