Draco passed away. I knew it was close, he wasn't doing good at all. I think he was old when I got him, he was larger and sturdier then Harry was. A few months ago he developed head tilt that medication couldn't help with, he got a cataract, and his back legs became weak. He could still use those back legs, just not as much. Also, he stopped being grouchy with me and let me pick him up and I think that was more being too tired to avoid me then actually wanting to be held
Draco was a punk, lived up to his name. He beat up Harry, made it difficult for me to clean the cages, and huffed but he was my boy and I'll miss his surly says.
I'm glad I reserved a guy from my friends, he'll have company
Rest in peace Draco, my twichy little ferret
late 2004 or 2005---October 3, 2006