Today, July 03 2007, at approx. 2:00pm, Slinky, my ferret, died in my dad's arms. She had been breathing hard from a cancer tumor crushing her lungs, and my dad told me she was in no pain. recently, shes been having lots of problems with eating, sleeping, walking, everything. My dad said we would take her in to be put to sleep today. He had cried more than I've ever seen him cry, even more than at his own parents funerals. we took her at 1:20pm and carried her in a towel and her favorite hammock (?). We had to return home shortly after because the vets didn't get there till 2:00. So we came back later with Slinky and her hammock after unsuccessfully trying to get her to drink some water. My dad was crying so much as he held her. We waited in line in the waiting room until it was our turn, and my dad could hardly talk to tell them why we were here. He told them Slinky's name, and as they searched through the list for her name, she peacefully slipped away. My dad hugged me and I glanced down at her to make sure she was alright. She wasn't moving and her eyes were bulging. I asked him, "Is she alive..?" and I burst into tears. He looked at her and told the person looking through the list, "Nevermind. She just died." We left and my dad was crying and cussing about how they should have let us through when we first came in. Currently, Slinky is laying in her hammock on my dad's bed while we wait for him to get home from work ( in 2 hours ) She will then be buried.

R.I.P. Slinky. I love you and I miss you.
I'm sorry.