(Calgary Alberta Canada)
I adopted Zeek from friends who couldn't take care of him anymore. I was hesitant to take him since he was older, but my heart wanted him. He was always very calm. Never one for toys. Not your typical fuzzy. He enjoyed following me around and finding cozy places to sleep. He seemed like such a wise owl.
I felt bad for him because he had rotten teeth, but it never seemed to affect his eating. His favorite thing to do was to steal my dogs kibble and eat it under my bed.
He started to lose his hair so I knew he had adrenal disease. I took him to the vet and we started Lupron shots. Within a couple months he started having seizures so we knew he had insulin problems. He never showed he was suffering.
One night I came home and he wasn't the same. I could see in his eyes he was done fighting. He kept trying to hide like he didn't want me to see him hurt. I made the painful decision to put him down. When I went to the emergency vet she made me feel terrible that I didn't want to spend the thousands of dollars for multiple surgeries on the old little ferret that may or may not help him. She made me feel like a horrible person. That was a week ago, and I'm still upset. She may not have agreed but I knew it was the right thing. I could see in his eyes he wanted to go.
I only had him for a year, but he was my little buddy. I hate coming home and not seeing him here. I loved him so much. I hope he's in a better place.