April 3, 2002 - Fermi was put to sleep last night. He was my favorite, my little baby. I came home to find him paralyzed under his water bottle, unable to move except for the uncontrolled twitching of his front leg. The emergency vet said there was nothing she could do.
Even though Im not crying anymore at 10:30 in the morning, my eyes won't stop leaking tears. Its a wierd sensation to not feel that pull in your heart just before you start to cry, but the tears are falling down your face anyway. Like someone has poked holes in my tear ducts and I can't patch the holes.
I will miss you forever, my sweet. You were everything I ever dreamed of. My perfect dream ferret.
