Sad St. Cuthbert's Day
At about 4pm today, Luci breathed her last. Her liver was starting to fail, she couldn't use her back legs at all, and I made the decision to end her suffering before it got too bad. There was a chance she'd make it through the weekend with some fluids and an appetite stimulant (assuming I could get that into her in the first place, and assuming it worked) but she had lost over 10% of her already diminished body weight since her last visit less than a month ago. Like Koda, I don't find myself second-guessing this. It was the right decision with her. As much as I'll miss her, torturing her to avoid it just a few days more was the last thing I would have wanted. Last night as I was stroking her shoulders, she sat there kneading her paws like a kitten, which I've never seen a ferret do in 21 years with them. I think she knew too. I've never known a smarter ferret. The ferret species is lessened by her loss.