Stephanie picked up the ferret on her way here to volunteer. The people were just in a rush to get rid of the ferret--they didn`t want to answer any questions about Roger`s food, favorite playthings, etc.

 

When Stephanie arrived with "Roger" I knew immediately that "he" was a girl---and a very badly adrenal  at that... (Stephanie said she had thought he was a girl too, but didn`t want to look while there--the people were in such a hurry to stuff the ferret out the door & get back to their barbeque...) I guess they thought that huge, swollen vulva was testicles."Roger" also had a large mast cell tumor on her neck.

 

Roger didn`t know her name, so we tweaked it to "Regina" She was very fragile.

 

She got lupron, and was put on pet tinic for the anemia. She had been sick for a very long time. She improved some--enough to walk the room & enjoy soup--but never really got well. The tumor had spread to the kidney. She showed no pain.We hospiced her. She loved the room, & enjoyed being with the Sweet group.She loved to be held & stroked.

 

Yesterday, November 3, 2004, she didn`t want her soup. She was very, very pale & weak. Knowing this was it, I administered pain meds (just in case she was hurting, somehow).When Darla & Gregg left, last night at 9-9:30, she was sleeping comfortably. She continued to do so, until almost midnight, when she left this earth.It went smoothly & peacefully for her.Her little body just slowed to a stop.

 

Regina was a gentle cuddler, who never missed her box until the last couple days. She got along well with the others, and loved it here. I strongly suspect that she spent most of her life in a cage. I wish we had gotten her sooner...

 

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