Wednesday, March 17, 2010

One of those chores I'm not fond of

Daughter's ferret died this morning, so after work went over to help bury him.

That little sucker lived nine years, Methuselah for a ferret. From what I was told got up and stretched and got a drink of Ferretone when ex left for work, and when daughter got up he was gone. He'd been going downhill for some time, but still got around, could still eat and drink with no problem, so about as comfortable an end as you can hope for.

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