With a broken heart I am updating this with bad news.
King Larry didn't make it. 
I took him in this morning and the doc checked him over. He suspected Lymphoma and ordered an x-ray. The x-ray proved it wasn't Lymphoma, but it showed gas in his intestines. I agreed to have the doc do exploratory surgery to find out what was really going on, though he let me know that Larry might not even make it through the surgery. He ended up finding that Larry had a pretty bad bacterial/viral infection in his intestines and had a lot of fluid in them. He got as much of the fluid out as he could and patched him back up.
He made it through surgery, but passed right before we got back for my sister's evening shift at the clinic. He was still warm and I had to give him one last farewell kiss before I went to the lobby to sit down to have my breakdown. I haven't cried this much and hurt this bad since Frisk passed away. One of the clinic cats that is notorious for being a pest with an attitude could tell I was upset and actually came up and laid on my lap. That helped more than I ever could imagine.
I came home to see his cage empty for the first time and I completely broke down again. I took Queen Jill (my other ferret) out of her cage and held her tight and basically drowned the poor thing in my tears. I think she understood, though, as she just continued to lick my face and look at me with those tiny, intelligent eyes.
I gave the doc permission to take a section from Larry's intestine to send off and have it tested to get an answer as to actually what caused all this. I am having Larry cremated.
I will make a memorial thread within the next few days. Its been such a long day and I can hardly think straight.
The Minions:
{The Dog: Towser & Raiden} {The Cats: Khaith, Martha, Adelaide, Snowball, & Floki} {The Bird: Gir}
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