My Own Personal Grey

Like a Kick to the Gut


Dexter, our dear old ferret, is no more.  We went to the vet this morning for his usual shot, but his condition had so badly deteriorated that it was pointless.  Lots of medical discussion later, I had to decide if I was going to try to keep him going for a few more weeks with three additional meds up to three times a day, plus pain pills.  It just didn’t seem right to torment him with meds he didn’t want to take just to keep him around a bit longer.  And thus the end, at which I held him and watched that little light extinguish, one last jolt of discomfort and then no more.

Good-bye Dexter, Handsome Lad, the diplomat of the ferret world.  Good night little guy.

Dexter in a paper bag

Dexter in front... Taz bringing up the rear--That's one LOOONG ferret.