Today was not the best day ever. Our eldest ferret, Eris, passed away last night.
It wasn't unexpected -- she was at least eight (I got her after she was grown up, so we don't know her age for sure). Over the last couple of days she wasn't eating or drinking much, so we sort of knew what was coming. But even earlier last week she was still happy and active; she didn't have a long illness or suffer, and I'm glad for that.
I'm thankful for the seven wonderful years we had with her. We will miss her very much.