Goodbye MeMe...
At 4:16am, Ayame left me. It was very sudden. I had woken up with a little insomnia, was watching her sleep in her carpet tower for a while, tail sticking out. She woke up and turned around, and stuck her head out. I reached in the hole to pet her, scritched her chin. She turned herself around again, then instantly she felt odd, floppy. I smelled that she wet herself, and her breathing got sharp. I carefully maneuvered her out of the hole, put some Ferretvite on her gums in case it was hypoglycemic (I didn't think it was, even then, her glucose was fine just last Sunday), and got some Gatorade and sugar. I called the emergency vet clinic to let them know I was bringing her in, but by the time I got her in her carrier she was in agonal breathing, and then it stopped. I hadn't really thought there was anything they could do anyway, though I would've taken the chance if I could. But at that point it was clear she was gone. I called them back to let them know we weren't coming.
I think she had a massive stroke. She had seemed fine just last Sunday, got her Lupron, glucose was fine, 104 mg/dL. We were planning surgery to remove a small tumor (I think benign basal cell) on her cheek, because it seemed she would live long enough that it could turn into a problem for her. It was to be minor surgery, about 5 minutes under. My only worry with the surgery was she might be hard to medicate after because it was close to he scruff. At least she didn't die in pain. The only indication anything was out of the ordinary was she seemed unusually fluffy last night. I had noticed that fluffiness with Aradia too her final night. It was noticeable to the point told her it was so odd to think of her as an old ferret, she was my baby ferret. But she was an old ferret. Not as old as Luci, but at least 6, maybe 7 now. I can't remember right now. Once she woke up she was fine and hungry, and I wasn't immediately worried. I didn't think she'd make it to the end of the year but I didn't think I'd lose her for months.
I was right with her, there was absolutely no pain, she was unconscious instantly. I think this is exactly what Aradia's final moments had to have been like. Sleeping comfortably, then no more. Ayame's last night she spent hunting for treats hidden around the room for her, sleeping all around the floor wherever she liked, and being snuggled on the floor and in my arms. Her last nickname in a long line of nicknames was Velvet.
I think she had a massive stroke. She had seemed fine just last Sunday, got her Lupron, glucose was fine, 104 mg/dL. We were planning surgery to remove a small tumor (I think benign basal cell) on her cheek, because it seemed she would live long enough that it could turn into a problem for her. It was to be minor surgery, about 5 minutes under. My only worry with the surgery was she might be hard to medicate after because it was close to he scruff. At least she didn't die in pain. The only indication anything was out of the ordinary was she seemed unusually fluffy last night. I had noticed that fluffiness with Aradia too her final night. It was noticeable to the point told her it was so odd to think of her as an old ferret, she was my baby ferret. But she was an old ferret. Not as old as Luci, but at least 6, maybe 7 now. I can't remember right now. Once she woke up she was fine and hungry, and I wasn't immediately worried. I didn't think she'd make it to the end of the year but I didn't think I'd lose her for months.
I was right with her, there was absolutely no pain, she was unconscious instantly. I think this is exactly what Aradia's final moments had to have been like. Sleeping comfortably, then no more. Ayame's last night she spent hunting for treats hidden around the room for her, sleeping all around the floor wherever she liked, and being snuggled on the floor and in my arms. Her last nickname in a long line of nicknames was Velvet.