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This post is for Ryan.

By revolutionaire.

I spent the weekend editing some wedding photos for a couple of friends who tied the knot, looking at Pinterest, and snuggling with Charley. She's not doing so well -- ferrets are only supposed to live until 5 years or so... She's 7-years-old.

Without rushing her to the vet, I'm pretty certain she's developed cancer. It is typical in ferrets; the only two others I've had both died of a form of cancer. Her belly seems swollen and her skin is taut, with a noticeable lump below her ribs on her left side. she still has an appetite and a sense of rambunctiousness though ... And a love for cuddling.

After talking for quite a while with the ZooMed doctor at ShandS/UF, Dr. Emerson, I decided it best not to take her to the vet on Sunday or today.There isn't anything they could do for her, the doctor determined that via phone, and she wasn't (and still isn't) in any pain. She just needs love right now and loads of love she shall receive. When trhings go down hill, we'll go from there.

On a different note, what the hell is happening in the world right now? People killing babies by the droves, people eating other people (at least two incidences) ripping still-beating hearts out of chests?!?! This shit is not normal. Damn Mayans...

On a much more pleasant note - if anyone who reads this had a penchant for fish tanks like I do, I just found a pretty breathtaking one online. It's a coffee table. Yes, a coffee table. I am in love. It's also somewhere in the neighhorhood of $800 so I won't be buying Morty a new pad any time soon.

Besides, I currently have both a 50 and 100 gallon tank not being used. ... And a 10 gallon too, but that one takes up far less space. Like I said, I have a penchant for them. I am thinking about upping from the 30 gallon he is currently in to at least the 50 when I move though. I toss around the idea of the 100 gallon beacuse it would be gorgeous to look at, but it'd also be a beotch to maintain. Anyone know what I mean? When I had the 50 set up before, it was a cichlid environment and was totally manageable. Thoughts?

Ryan, my buddy, I'm stopping here for the night.

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