Yesterday we lost our ferret Trouble. Trouble was well-named, always bumbling around getting into things, not as sharp as Tink, and not our favourite like Beanie, but still loveable in his own doofuss-y way.
He’d had a heart problem, complicated by a chest infection, and was on medication for both. Yesterday we found him outside in the run (they have a wooden doghouse with tubes that link into a wire run in the back garden), as though he’d gone out there to be alone. Poor Trouble.
He’s in the garden, buried underneath the ivy where the bird feeder is…Trouble in the garden, always.