Kit...
This morning one of my older ferrets, Kitsune Weasle, lost his fight with adrenal disease and crossed the Rainbow Bridge. He was with me longer than any other ferret I've ever had who suffered from the same disease (it's genetic, generally only 'cured' via surgery, and has an extremely high mortality rate.) I don't think he suffered; I found him curled up as if asleep in his favorite spot, the covers over him undisturbed, with his eyes closed and his nose tucked against his tail.
I made certain that the others, both his ferret-brothers and the cats, knew what had happened to him; and then I laid him to rest beside the pomegranate tree in my backyard. I'll miss him horribly and I can't help but cry, but I'm glad he's free of his illness and I hope to see him someday again, either here or in the Summerland.
Peace to you, Kit, and my love with you always. Go have fun, little one, and don't forget me; I won't forget you.
I made certain that the others, both his ferret-brothers and the cats, knew what had happened to him; and then I laid him to rest beside the pomegranate tree in my backyard. I'll miss him horribly and I can't help but cry, but I'm glad he's free of his illness and I hope to see him someday again, either here or in the Summerland.
Peace to you, Kit, and my love with you always. Go have fun, little one, and don't forget me; I won't forget you.