I’m feeling a bit blue. The inevitable vet visit for Baby was moved up by a day due to a schedule change in my day job and now it looks bad for both of my crap weasels since Sam started acting very poorly last night and has not pulled out of his slump. Have not had the new ferret with either of them for over 24 hours and while it could be stress, I think it is probably going to be time to say goodbye to them tomorrow at the vet.
Still wishing for that miracle to give them a couple more years of play time, but I’m also a realist and understand that they are both just probably at the end of their life.
Everything that has a beginning has an ending. I just really hate the endings.