Not to mention all the pets had as a child. Of my own pets, I've lost 5. With one to come, hopefully not too soon.

Sami, my first own dog. Lived to be 12 years old, died a week after her 12th birthday, her body quit on her.

Rascal, the second of our ferrets and the first to die of cancer, he was only 2 years old.

Trouble, our first ferret, died at 4 years of age of Adrenal Gland Disease and its associated complications.

Miko, our third ferret, actually adopted with his brother Sebastian after Rascal died to keep a lonely Trouble company. Miko had awful cancer on his blood vessels that made blood leach into his body cavity. Had surgery to remove 3 cups of blood, found the cancer, got the diagnosis, he died 10 days after surgery.

Sebastian, adopted with Miko. Diagnosed with Adrenal Gland Disease 2 weeks after Trouble died. Changed vets, he got the surgery and lived to be 6 years old before he joined his brother Miko at the Bridge, 12 days before Christmas, 12 months after Miko left.

I miss them all TERRIBLY. But I know they are well and happy.

Sasha is almost 15 and holding her own for now, but I know in my heart that her time grows short.