Last night was a rough night, and one where we didn’t get an awful lot to sleep. First off I am super thankful that we have an amazing vet that is open extremely late, and was wiling to stay there as long as it took us to finally reach the decision. When you reach the point where you are capable of taking action… there is still an awful lot of second guessing yourself but from the moment I got home there was not really a time when she was not regularly having seizures. Before I left yesterday I had tried my best to stabilize her and she was resting relatively comfortably in one of her beds. When I arrived at home that was very much not the case.
So this morning we are going to remember Shiloh in happier times, napping in her toy box or bouncing on the bed. It is weird how we quickly reach a point where we think things have always been this way. The photo above was taken in July of last year and she was still her happy and bouncy self, seemingly unaffected by the fetters of age. So what seemed like something that had been going on for years was in truth a fairly rapid decline over the past year. The nurse last night remarked that she was one of the oldest ferrets she had ever seen come in to the vet… that also specializes in exotics. So I guess we stole a lot of good years that we might not have gotten otherwise.
While Bella that we lost in 2017 was “my” baby… I still very much loved Shiloh so this has been hard to go through. The experience also seemingly traumatized the cats… one of which only came out of hiding after we got back from the vet. It isn’t really over yet however… because at some point I have to go pick her back up… so that I can bury her beside her cage mate Bella. I don’t have much of a post in me this morning but I wanted to at least give an update since so many people offered support yesterday.
my thoughts and warm feelings are directed your way today. One of my staff is dealing with this as well with one of his ferrets.
All my support to you, losing a loved pet is never easy, even if it is after a long, happy life.
So very sorry to hear about Shiloh. I know words don’t mean much, but I’ll just say try to focus on the fact that Shiloh had an awesome life thank to winding up with you, and that you did everything you could to ensure that she was happy, healthy and comfortable in her forever home.
I’m so sorry, Bel.
Like I said in tweet yesterday, I’m currently pet-less (a pain of its own, at times), but I all too easily bring to mind the pain of losing them. No matter the circumstance, whether to age or to something more sudden it is heartbreaking.
All love to you and your family at the moment.