So on Monday night I got the shock of my life when I came home to find Pinky, the cuddliest of the two ferrets, on the floor of the shed twitching and generally looking very very poorly indeed. Kudos goes to my next door neighbour who leapt into action when faced with a hysterically sobbing me despite the fact that she was settled in for the night in her pyjamas. Poor little Pinky was too poorly so the vet said it would be best to put her to sleep.
So, RIP Pinky, you were smelly (a lot), you had a worrying rubber fetish and had a habit of sitting on my head and eating my hair but you were cuddly and cute. Brain and I will miss you.