Here is a picture of our dear Pixie who has since crossed over to the "rainbow bridge". I bought Pixie full grown from a pet store, intending for her to be a companion to my other ferret, who had just recently lost a sister. She was very nervous when I got her, and showed signs of being scared of humans - perhaps from pet abuse. I decided to bring her to a good home, and another loving ferret. However, within a week of bringing her home, she began to lose hair, and started getting shaky. I took her to the vet, and she was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer. I tried putting her on ferret chemotherapy, but seeing her throwing up and never wanting to step foot out of her hammock was too much, and I took her off the medicine. Because of her cancer, she was in a false heat, and my other ferret would terrorize her. So, Pixie had to have her own cage and her own time out. Within a month she was no longer the sad and nervous girl she had been. She loved to be scratched behind the ears, and loved her little red fleece blankie. Even as naked as she was from the hair-loss, she was a sweet and adorable girl. Brian and I decided that since we were taking the cancer take its own course, that we would put her to sleep only when it seemed that she was no longer enjoying life as a ferret; which in our mids meant hopping around the house and getting into everything. About a year and trwo months after Pixie was diagnosed with cancer, we decided it was time for her to go. When we let her out of the cage, all she wanted to do was find her blankie and sleep, and she begun throwing up frequently. Taking her to the vet was very sad for us, but we held her and kissed her, and let her know just how much we would miss her as she drifted off to sleep. I am positive that the last year of her life was much happier than the time she spent before coming to us.